Open mouths

Loud and clear am I standing here,

singing my song,

The song of loud hummingbirds,

Driving in the tops of the trees,

Playing balls with the wings of their feathers,

And cheering the cars driving by.

Soon they will be gone,

The birds of the light,

To the scratched limbs of the nights sky,

None will be left but gloomy eyes,

And freaky grimaces,

The moon has tried its light,

But none is left,

Than the Open Mouths of the twirled frenzies,

None is back than the death of ourselves.