Some Birds

though flightless, will fly all night just to be home for your birthday. No bird could mean more, in spite of his breezy self.

594 days ago, you were favorited. 594 years from now will bring more of the same. Someone is waiting by the door for you. Maybe one someone, maybe two, some green, some blue. The someone who puts the mustard away weirdly hardly at all misses you.