the light breeze gently blowing over me.
roar after roar pass by.
as I start to relax the largest and loudest roar passes by.
almost causing me to fall off my stony perch
and just when I was about to give up all became still
all became quiet. quiet like that of only the texas countryside can reach
so as I count the seconds after the last roar machine had passed
soon though seconds turned in to minutes which in turn turned into hours
so as i lay here on my perch finally starting to relax just as the birds of red, blue, and grey begin to sing along with the song birds of the south
and as i began contemplating wether or not to let myself drift off into eternal sleep i hear my father yelling to get back to work and get off the wall
so as i rise and groan in protest
i hear the song of all the birds transform into screeching sounds of road noise