There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

this will be about a slug

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.