Two black and red birds pass over head ,
Beginning in the suns sillhouette ,
Chirrring to herald presence ,
I look around to see the clouds ,
Ever pick up items before they are required
Soon,
One day I sat with an old man and his dog,
He began telling me about saving a dogs life from choking on a bone ,
A moment later a man wanders across from out of the dusty field,
He asks would I like some bones for the dog ?
I replied thankyou yes,
The other mans tension and fervour relaxed ,
I made a wooden chest ,
I'll tell you early as I exchange this moment
For one if need be where it sell ,
Where you place down a foot and waiting for you is a step.
A lion tried to fly it did not end well,
A lion in a holy city,
You can't imagine every step for yourself ,
Mysteries being what mysteries are ,
Mystery , spells .
When flying ,
You're not the mystery you think you are.
