Wake

　
Shoot me in the heart and I will die
Said the bird
Twist my foot and I will limp
Said the pig
Love me and I will blossom
Said the flower
　
Wake
　
So God gave the woman a poem
to write in the middle of the night
Each time she got up
because she knew if she did not
In the morning it would be gone
When she was fully awake
the poem was done
The bird lived and the pig walked