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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