and the wind is chilling me,
as I watch a bird pass overhead.
It lands on a low birch branch,
chirping cheerfully.
I suppose it's enjoying the weather.
I imagine what sort of light it had,
how long it glided,
along the wintering air.
Why was it flying?
On a whim, perhaps? Or maybe,
just practice.
The bird continues to sing,
until it crooks its head my way
and stares at me with its blank eyes.
Suddenly it looks away
and takes off in fright
as a shadow sweeps over.
My heart breaks a little
as I watch the little bird
in the clutches of a falcon.
The predator flies off, talons wrapped
around the innocent,
so tiny.
I shed a tear for it.
Coughing slightly, I gently
try to breathe
But there's a necklace around my throat
warm and lacing
wrapped so tightly.
It won't loosen, and I tire,
my gaze drifting back up
past a mat of hair.
I rest my legs,
once propped up,
onto the forest floor.
It was a silly choice really,
they ended up getting picked up
and dragged along.
Oh, mom will be upset at me.
She had just washed
my uniform.
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