Saturday, April 08, 2017

the birdie dies

The baby birdie dies
In the nest for many days
The faint chirping sound
The mother bird will feed

Today I see the traces of blood
On the ground I watch
I shake the nest on the bamboo tree
There is no chirping or reaction

I touch it with my fingers
There is no birdie in the nest
The worst scene I pictured it
The big yellow bird takes it away

Maybe leaving its carcass on the ground
Let the stray cats swallowed it clean
Leaving no traces but the spotted blood
Truly the baby birdie dies

The natural circle
The strong swallows the weak
Leaving no traces of its origin
Wait for another cycle another day

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