Birdsong

I'm off to a funeral today.

I don't weep much at funerals anymore.

I simply contemplate.

Contemplate my human fate.

I will get old.

I will get sick.

I will die.

I will be separated from everyone and everything I own, have known.... loved.

When the funeral and wake are done, I'll go home to cook dinner and watch tv.

Life forgets death very quickly.