A Bird In Winter

A tragic hero in the perennial play
here tomorrow, gone today

A mere shadow in the Western sky
such a long sojourn but a brief

The treetops whisk the opaque planetarium
as the poignant gyroscope rotates into

Birds turn South, leaves turn red
like a flame that burns bright before growing

A call out, among the torrent
lost in the waves, wind, and

The cacophony has been muted
a silent status quo has been rooted,

What little remains for the stranded
lost and alone,
exploited and branded.

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