Never Think by Rob Pattinson

walking

rhythm of footsteps
(hungry for the rain)

i wait.

i wait for the approaching doom,
for

the inevitable cessation
of life

as (the mockingbirds) know it...
they

swoop and dive,
laugh

at us

divining plans (for futures) from our trees
and

i listen.
i listen to the branches
hum and sway,

knocking out sunlight
and

spreading (gnarly) old branches
toward

the grass,
and

i think (i think) about the day
the

tree will fall...