when night will be no more

the clouds will cover the day no longer

light will be there

al around

and birds will take over the ground in my house

i will feed them but only some of them

some will not come

some will not chirp

the squirrels will explore and then leave all the crumbs

of stale bread

like my dreams, half eaten by moths

and remaining burried in the compost pits

for termites or earthworms to savour