american_robin raze i watched him watch the dying light from the damp grass in the backyard, trading stillness for small, quick steps and then reversing the transaction. he was searching for the best resting place to take in all the world that was his. here? no. here? no. not here. here? i was washing clothes to make them dirty again, using chemicals to strip away the minerals my body made and gave to them. he would have laughed at that. his back was turned, but i could still see the red of his breast and the black of his eyes, unconcerned with how many days were left to him, holding firm to this moment and nothing else. i knew he wouldn't take flight until i was gone, so i walked away and let him become a mystery to me. 210915 what's it to you? who go blather from