Coconut Grove bird song

even through the years his homeland still stands. his mother still guides it. though boyish happiness glows within his heart, it is dulled by a sudden wrenching of his belly.

oh— briefly he looked back at the sea, and pictured the meat he fed it not moments before. lómion turned away, his eyes finally meeting those of his company.

if it’s no trouble to you, your help would be much appreciated.