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A Tale
 
when november's clouds darken to pewter grey
hiding the watercolored sun of the shortening day

a honking, a whooshing, a rippling of waters -they rise -
a V slicing the skies.

an unnatural POP echoes; her Eden shatters -
her mate will grace the hunter's platter.

she calls with mournful sound,
wanting not to leave him lying upon the killing ground.

dipping wings bid her come - far above intrusive predator -
solace among birds of a feather.

she lifts her head, spreads her wings pushing toward another life
beyond the pewter skies.


jump in
autumn jewel
birds of a feather

By jamieclaire

© 2015 jamieclaire (All rights reserved)

 

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