I am sitting alone in a great green prism. Leaves like glass glisten, mottle, contain me. Suddenly interrupted by a mad throng, a cataclysm of noise and passion and feathered lust. Partners dance above my head - offerings and brilliant displays at my feet.
Their presence is as one body; and I am in its beating heart.
Just as they came, they are gone, leaving silence and tatters and shit on my page.
I am sitting alone.