1
the bird hums
to the pattern of the
pitter patter

2
the blue in grandma's eyes fades just a little as a mixture of sound and blood escape her dry lips

3
Grandma's hands shake
as her warm hand touch the cold
leather gun in this
ever so shifting darkness
we have captured ourselves in

4**
Grandma's eyes stare into
mine
one
last
*******
time
as the the pool of blood that damps her back
swallows her in an embrace that was
so much bigger then my own