Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a
tree.
Sometimes they collide to fight
or
maybe mate, but I can't
really
make it out in the low light. It's just after dusk,
I
have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.
no longer writing in the third person
ahnaf abrar
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
It Will Get Lighter