No More Birds Now is an 18" x 24" illustration, printed in a small limited edition. Accompanying poem below. Available here
When I awoke things seemed fantastically new
a bird mocking frog, indeed, what a peculiar view
This dream like land is littered with blues
a paradise alive, lost if i choose
Twice haunting eyes watch in a slippery cave
my own demise must be a water filled grave
Theres a spot in this river where the magic runs thicker
with the fireflies abuzz making me sicker
Taunted and badgered by birds all the same
they glow and they bicker calling my name
And the cattails dance singing of sweet sorrow
while moths gloat shining the light they borrow
I grant I may be more lost and a stranger
scared and alone in an everglade danger
There's a point on the horizon where you can't seem to see me
but theres a sky in this river where I can see clearly
If this moon's a mirage, then the birds must be too
I'll close my eyes tight and then calm will ensue
Why do they tease, why won't they clear?
will they leave me alone if I admit what I fear?
That the world I once knew is no longer here?
As the stars and the birds watch me below,
I realize I left myself long ago
At least with certain I can avow
there will be no more birds now.