“I love the sound of the engine,
coursing its path through the night.
and with the sights of the w0rld all around us,
I can’t seem to believe it’s all chance”
said the Hawk,
“the journey of the road,
chasing the sun,
forgiving the moon.”
Up a little too late,
with a little too much wine in his stomach
and having smoked a little too much of his bag.
“But when I see such simple beauty,
a child on a swing,
a girl walking with purpose,
I notice the patterns in watching for reas0n.
It’s getting hard to live.”
“It’s not enough to notice and enjoy,”
said the Sparrow,
“but you must also take part and be destroyed.”