Normal Day
The distant chatter of two parents talking.
The tapping sound of a little dog walking.
The chirping of many birds.
How I wish those chirps were words.
Un Día Normal
La palabrería lejana de dos adultos hablando.
Los pasos de una perrita caminando.
El chirrido de los pajaritos.
Esperaba poder entenderlos.
Ein Normaler Tag
Das ferne Plaudern zweier Eltern.
Das leichte Pochen kleiner Pfoten.
Das laute Zwitschern vieler Vögel,
Wenn es doch nur Worte wären.
- Alexis Sutherland
"You don't think I bleed, too?!" He cried to her. "Just because your blood becomes obvious every month..."
"Well just so you know," she snapped back, "it's a bunch of chunks of fleshy matter, too, that just drop off my body."
"Well, I'm also fleshy matter!" His sobs threatened to become unbearable. All the wars of the world came crushing down on his consciousness. All the blood being shed on countless battlefields. Young men plucked like flowers during springtime, left to wilt on senseless paths of destruction.
She felt his pain. "You're right," she embraced him with her voice. "Enough is the blood shed for the monthly cost of life. We shall build a world without wars."
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