I've watched the phoebes come and nest and raise their broods behind our shop for as long as I can remember. Then this.




heartless

 

 

sparrows came, ripped the phoebe's nest apart

stole the bits they needed

tossed the phoebe chicks to the ground to die; cruel, cruel birds

 

no, simply nature doing what it does best—survival of the fittest

it just feels heartless, phoebes crying for their lost chicks

 





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Written on 2023-05-07 at 04:15

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shells
An awfully sad spectacle to witness, even though we tell ourselves it's survival of the fittest.
2023-05-07


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Life is a cruel, zero-sum process.
2023-05-07