My adventurer’s mind ejected

from my blanket-covered shell

Into a barely dusk chill, I happily went

Ground seemed dead or dying

Fall leaves served as lovely mourners

Wind wished to be ominous

My logical mind would not oblige

Birds of frost and naked trees,

recklessly swoop, sail and soar

Above the worries of man

Should death meet them, they die free

Body and mind reunite, just in time morn

If only I could meet death as feathered soul