At the precipice of sunrise I might aspire to take a stroll a bipedal tour of the neighborhood catching the scent of recently cut grass feeling the dew on the leaves low hanging trees and observe the moisture drawing earthworms from their shelter easy pickings for the ravens whom may aspire to be eagles. Squirrels approach with a boldness expecting nourishment from my person and leave disappointed as they came. The sun emblazons the horizon with a will to command the chorus of birds At this moment I realize our reservations and selfish preservation have become. As I smile and throw my arms out wide a wasp lands and stings the inside of my joint and I remember how much of an ******* everything is and go back inside.
