I was inocent

a morning long wind began
a bird blush
when a cedar tree
fell
on the road

dogs barked and howled
at the stump
as if I
had something to do
with it

but

I only windowed
the green grass
when the day,
having past the night
as a light source,
fussed the birds
in the cedar tree

the dogs finished their growl
when my lonely self
disappeared
and I walked my legs
to the broken bark
of the fallen tree

a pursue of birds
flushing
to the bushes