Our Lady of Perpetual Astonishment

I fell out of a tree I’d climbed. Couldn’t breathe, it felt like hours. The one in your back yard fell down but missed the lines for power. There’s nowhere really needs me now though I hadn’t planned to cut ties. She said she did the whole thing right and we could find no lie. The elk bugle in the morning among various birdsong. The rodents are busy gathering. I hear the winter’s long.