I walked
through the woods Amidst
the morning mist, The
sunrays pierced through To give
darkness a miss. The
silhouette of flocking birds transforming, From a
line, horizontal across the blue To an
echelon formation. Ruling
the sky, at least for a while. The
birds floating across the heavens Gaining
strength from their numbers Unwary
of the lurking danger All
around. A
solitary bird drops to the earth. The
flock moves on No
camaraderie, no remorse No quest
for a reason. The bird
fell dead Way
ahead of my path Sunlight
now in its fullness Guided
me to the feathered creature. No
warble, no chirp Only a
squeak and a stutter. The bird
as still as a pebble, Soon to
be embedded. In a
handful of earth. Then the
worms and the ants.
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