Birthing Tree

In spring

the birds converged upon a tree,

filling, brimming, bustling,

with tiny jaunty jovial bodies, and

wings, legs, beaks, and eyes

all peered onto

the world from skies

so high, so high

the giant tree, that blocked the sun and

forged the wind and

forged the rain and

forged the clouds and

forged the shade and

forged the dirt and

forged the grass and

forged the snow and

they amassed,

branch by branch,

limb by limb,

stick by stick,

twig by twig.

Pygmy bantams

leapt, hopped, skipped, popped,

grew

in volume enormously

until the tree, being just a tree,

only a tree,

could only hold

so much and

when they amassed

branch by branch,

limb by limb,

stick by stick,

twig by twig,

it happened to crack

break, dissolve, fall, and die

into hard ground

under weight of flightless

little bodies.

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