the secrets out with a bird song. br this morning rose like a sunset br and everyone agreed that br something was ending. br br and a red breast robin sat br high in a tree, preened his morning br coat, looked down on the world. br imagined himself a hawk. br br and there’s a child outside my br door, begs to come in because br I haven’t smiled in some time, br and he misses kite flying. br br and everywhere quiets slowly, br imagines itself somewhere, the br sun imagines itself a moon, this br hand imagines yours. br br but nothing flies today, the br robin does not fly, the kite br does not fly, br and in a dusk down field br a hawk kills his prey.