Sometimes life feeds you to the birds...
Sometimes life feeds you to the birds.
The ravens peck away at your character
until your insides are scattered on the metal.
Like leftover birdseed, your unwanted parts remain;
a small collection of debris on the feeder
while you beg for the bitter winter months
and the birds annual migration south,
so that maybe you can pick up your pieces
before spring and the feeder fills again
and life decides to feed you to the birds.