Where no animal moves

They all sit dead with unseeing eyes .

One day they are all forgotten

By somebody else .

The moon wanes and still they stare

And then they leave

One by one they leave us

One by one they know their job is done

The windmill is slowly moving. . . .


The grass is stale

And grey

Someone leaves flowers for them

They can't take them

They can't take them


One day they leave us

They can't last here any longer

And then they'll be gone forever