I sharedMy apricotWith a bird.

It said,“Thank you.”I don’t know when the bird started talking.

It wrapped me in its arms.It had a gentle grip.Such a gentle grip.Too gentle of a grip, I thought.Supernatural.

I don’t knowWhen the bird grew arms.

All I knowAre my thoughts.Right then I was thinking this was not a good way to show gratitude.

I didn’t knowWhere it was taking me.

But then the bird vanished.Its gentle grip was gone.And I was falling.

I landedIn a queer place.Above meStood a human with a beak.

And I knew at onceThat it was Carry,The animal I shared my apricot with.

All I could think was theSweet, sweet factThat above me there were several apricots.

And I wanted to have one.For I had shared mine earlier todayWith a bird.