The kite loses her color.
And the tea gets cold in front of me.
The simple pleasures of life
And I, looking through
A magnifying glass, at my feather deficiency
Which like anemia will not be solved
By taking iron supplements.
And how can happiness prosper
When she is only a tiny hummingbird
Competing with a dark ominous ostrich
For miles on foot. In a marathon called life.