Day 41- 10.27.20
I pity the birds
For when their wings grow weary
and the heights to which they soar
begin to feel lower and lower with each flight,
they can't call up a friend
just to talk.
More specifically, they can't call
their oldest friend
who lives across the vast sea
just to ask them how their day is going
and feel, instantaneously,
so much better.