Flying over head
A mother sees her children on the ground
Their fragile bodies rotting in the unforgiving sun
There are not many feathers on the bones
They have been blown way
The black and blue scattered across the earth
Her flight wavers as she begins to scream
It is a slicing shout  of sorrow
She plunges at the ground
Unable to to live without her children
Unable to live without the only thing
That brings joy in her life
She wants to join her children
She keeps falling
Until She becomes a soft brown blur
on the pavement below
Three dead birds
Three  fallen stars