Birds

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.

The End

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