Both cats silently stare,
The hammock's rocking while i search the sky,
In the late day's cool air,
A bird makes a noise and startles Clover,
The bird is not to blame,
I've got a Talking Heads song in my head,
I swear I don't even know its real name,
The breeze doesn't care about where it goes,
Or whether someone cares,
Or cares about caring about money,
It's only made of air,
Just like we are,
It's hot, escaping fast,
Astrid's still where she'll be an hour from now,
Lying still, looking around, eating grass.
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