The first sunrise i've seen in a while.

My stomach churns
as i perch
on this branch,
my mane is thick,
fibrous rope
attached
like an umbilical
cord to
the tree,
and the wind blows
solemnly, as
the pink and orange
sunset paints
the scenery
and the dew
on the leaves
makes them
look like speckled
crystals bestowed
by the sky

I perched on
the branch of
the jacaranda tree
 in my back yard,
black voids waiting
to greet me
like old friends

I feel the breeze
against my back,
the cold
morning air
in my lungs
and the suns
warm breath
on my face
And i learn forward
with my rope mane
and fall

But unfortunately,
the branch breaks.