on a ordinary day, in a ordinary life.
Two more lives began its toll
on a precious day of their short life.
The grey bird in the morning
fell off the tree
limping its way through
struggling for flight.
The black bird in the evening
sat on the side
its body dead cold and stiff
it was pretty dead alright.
The third was limping
and so was it cold
It had its wings taken away
for there is no reason to fight.
They crossed in one fall morning
one injured, one dead, and the one left watching, survived.
Monday September 26,2011
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