Bird Watchers

Just beneath the underbelly tree grew the dark corner. No light. No hope. No bridges. No satin kimonos. The two greenwing birds sat above the branch with no leaves. Their beaks opened, drew closer, and they breathed in the same air...and out again, and in again, and out again. They sighed. He could no longer watch the dark corner grow beneath them. Just beyond the underbelly tree he flew. She followed. A narrow but short tunnel it was. She liked short.