Trapped Under a Cat's Paw

This is just a stream of consciousness piece:

There's something evil caught in my throat forming nets of twigs and wires as I sleep constantly longing for that silence that falls apart from vibrations bouncing and sliding across the night sky and perhaps that darkness lies in my veins and wishes to seep into that cool air but maybe it lies between the willows and sweeps out from under the elms to tackle the energy in my shadow as I step carefully over the new born dead grass just revealed to our eyes as it screams 'I swear, I do exist and I want to live' but we hardly hear those cries as we tramp slowly over its crushed body with no mercy and no desire to cease in our actions and so the bird funerals and oak birthdays pass as a cloud chasing a storm and I lie beneath you, my wave of sunlight, and laugh of day lilies, and I dream of dark feathers stuck in the mud and bright eyes clawing through the stale florescence of a burning light bulb alone in a room with no windows and no doors- at least none we ever look out of- at least none we ever notice- at least none that ever seem to take us beyond this mundane and this terror and the overarching question of the hummingbird trapped under a cat's paw- 'why?'