fly away home

catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
edited October 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
walking along the red paved path towards the main building she spies
out of the corner of her eye a small furry lump lying
at the edge of the garden. she thinks
ooh big fat hairy spider(size is relative afterall)
and then: no we dont have big fat hairy spiders like that in these parts
she steps closer and sees the broken body of a baby
bird fallen from its nest. its fledgling wings folded awkwardly against its tawny body
natures cleaners already at work.
she walks on and thinks perhaps she should have taken a photo of it
she finds death beautiful. not something to be reviled or afraid of. but to be celebrated. and in its natural state even moreso.
she stops and thinks again, looks back to where the body lay
she shakes her head and decides, if it is there when she finishes class then she will photograph it
three hours later...
it is gone.
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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