Jan 2015
I threw bread on the ground
watching, as the rivalry begins
black birds swooping down
chasing away their fair-weather friends
the birds, every one, trying their best
back and forth, the fight, the hurt
each piece a new conquest
while only a few feet away, more bread lay in the dirt
watching, as the rivalry begins
black birds swooping down
chasing away their fair-weather friends
the birds, every one, trying their best
back and forth, the fight, the hurt
each piece a new conquest
while only a few feet away, more bread lay in the dirt
at our core, aren't we all just scavengers?
we are so short sighted that we no longer pay attention to our surroundings and lose sight of the bigger picture in our daily struggles.
we are so short sighted that we no longer pay attention to our surroundings and lose sight of the bigger picture in our daily struggles.
