The honor it takes to fall apart,
To yell and scream and stress this tiny little heart apart.
Ragged breath always somewhat hidden in the dark,
I cough like some sort of kick start, even though in terms of the choke it never stops,
It's just breath that barks,

The trees that stable my every uneasy step,
Caught breathless, I'm stuck but restless,
Against gentle pine tree bark,
Baffled at the sounds We both make
outside of lakeside winds.
Solid tree stumps against the frail breath that have forgotten the time,

And the ducks happened without the bread,
But this time of year...
Don't most things shrink?
Strange the things that chatter are on the brink. It's the cold weather sunsets,
It makes you think, but what makes ducks sick?

Hovering among the insects that bite something bold,
The bats are not quite the same as the
chatter that follows the settling cold,
The fish left back on the coast line,
With Chips and chatters, their swoops full swing, I wonder what it is,
As something in my heart unfolds.

And it is the creatures that turn heads in curiosity that settles in with the last lights of the coast line...
and the sun's lights settles on once seen critters that hunt the fish seeking the insect stings,
Instead compelled to see what exactly it is,
that one little kid that wanders the coast line,
The chatter back at the bend, had shown in coasts now pined,
I might seem alright but everything, the otters, the birds, and the trusty pines, all seem to be fine.