I am not sure I was asleep
I've had a dream in which I was
A jackdaw with
an empty birdy head
And you were there
That was enough
You were the hunter
I was tame because I knew
That it's the perfect day to die
at least a little death
a mort petite
What this is all about I cannot say
When I wake up it's all the same to me
and I'm just counting breaths like sheep
until the curtains close
and I forget
again