Three wings, two brownish white blacks and three purplish tails,
All on the fading green pitch,
Forming a formation that had no form.
As red patches dusted through the sky-bluish sky,
Welcoming us with impending darkness,
Getting the forest thick and darker,
I felt life breathe into me.
Three wings, two brownish-white blacks and three purplish tails,
All on the quest of gaining territorial command on the red stripes,
With the brownish-white blacks dwelling on antecedence.
As I pictured the reds and yellows, the greens and blues in their vagueness,
Somewhere somehow, I saw,
How tranquil life can be,
When we pay attention to empty meanings.