Heart stops singing.
The brain rests its weary cranium
on the woody ledge
and asks the mouth to help it spill
its tale of woe…
Once upon a yester-time,
it entered a lush green valley
filled with movement and sound,
where it walked alone.
It tried to imitate all the animal sounds
in an attempt to attract potential comrades,
to seemingly no avail.
Eventually it was picked up
by a hawk
who took it by the shoulders
and showed it how it wasn’t
alone in the world.
The sky was bright in the morning,
rays of gold illuminated the sky
and the hawk claws felt calming
But as the sunlight spread across the earth,
the sun got farther and farther from the ground
and by day’s end, the hawk introduced the brain
to a nest where it was quickly accepted by the chick-occupants.
Then the bird flew away-
At this point in the story,
the brain’s body fell backwards into the nest.
The chicks asked if it was okay
and the brain assured them it was fine.
the brain had already fallen
for the hawk.
Like a magpie who spots gold,
it wanted the free flying hawk
back in its clutches.
Without the hawk,
the brain felt alone despite its chick comrades,
but it was only a day apart,
is this truly a story of separation