Poetry of thought

Effort

I went blueberry picking today.
Each fell through my fingers one by one

A sparrow sat on my shoulder for the day.
As the sun set so did she with a gunshot.

I took the kitchen scissors to cut my hair.
The blade slipped through skin much easier.

I listened to happy music to raise my mood.
The headphones blew and left me in static.

Tonight I'll be in the mountains.
I wonder how long it will be until I fall off of them.