Pocketknife

[00:05.00] Sparrows fight with a hawk in flight
[00:10.13] The dippers fade away
[00:15.69] Slowly, sable turns to white
[00:25.05] She left her sleeping bag behind
[00:30.92] Left her pocket knife
[00:36.00] A watermelon and a lime
[01:04.04] I found a paper in my coat
[01:10.11] Forgotten months ago
[01:15.04] She stole my lighter so I'll use the stove
[01:24.59] Saw a murder of crows move by
[01:30.90] Purple with the night
[01:35.74] While starlings murmured to silent types
[01:45.66] Maybe August 29th
[01:51.25] If I make it through July
[01:56.58] Thank god for coffee and apple pie