This Lonely Limb
This lonely limb where we now cling,
Disregarding mortal things:
This lonely limb where bluejays sang,
Shall be the place where we shall hang.
This lonely limb, where we now crawl:
Our whole world, lest we should fall.
This lonely limb, once green with leaf,
Now desolate, bare, just filled with grief.
This lonely limb, where we all once ate,
Now lies still, resigned to fate.
This lonely limb, where bonds we make,
Shall be our beds when sleep we take.
This lonely limb, where our forms lie still,
Our place of joy ….