I've watched the phoebes come and nest and raise their broods behind our shop for as long as I can remember. Then this.
heartless
sparrows came, ripped the phoebe's nest apart
stole the bits they needed
tossed the phoebe chicks to the ground to die; cruel, cruel birds
no, simply nature doing what it does best—survival of the fittest
it just feels heartless, phoebes crying for their lost chicks
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2023-05-07 at 04:15
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