umbrella

no one
spares a
thought
for the
birds
umceremoniously
pushed from
the nest
who never
figured out
how to fly

our feet
crack the hollow
bones as
we watch
spellbound
the sparrows
fly and sing

an avalanche
of writhing pink
featherless
fear stricken
figurative
fatalities
falling
falling
falling

there is a
parable in there
probably
find it youself
call it
artistic
license
i’m going to
grab an umbrella

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