birds without wings
sitting on the ground
prey to the hawks
that soar all around
they hide in the bushes
their fate is unknown
as they feast on the morsels,
the few I have thrown
in the fractured landscapes
where weeds hide their fate
if they run off to early
or maybe too late
while the angry sun burns
how many days will they thrive?
these birds without winds
and their will to survive
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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