These are two birds I sculpted yesterday.
And here are some lines sculpted by Neil Young long ago, for his song “Birds”:
Lover, there will be another one
Who’ll hover over you beneath the Sun
Tomorrow, see the things that never come
It is an oblique, haunting song about separation. In the subtext is the notion that the one being abandoned will be, ultimately, better off. The phrase “It’s over” occurs four times.
I wasn’t thinking of “Birds” when I did these, but it occurs to me that these two may be best off as friends.