Friday, April 22, 2011

searching


The little birdies died
The stray cat came at night
Took all of it in one sweep
The animal's instinct to kill and eat

Buried for weeks
The mother bird still calls every morning
The sad tweeting sound ringing in the air
There is no response from her little birdies

Searching far and wide
Maybe thinking they flew away
Every place of common interest
There is nothing to find

The early morning tweets
With the sun rising in the sky
The little birdies gone before time
Lying underground leaving its world

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