In a dream, I see the raven fly into the night; his dark song beckoning from his beak. Shiny black wings promise flight, but to where?
I watch as the pair of doves bellow their songs of love and with a rush of angels wings fly heavenward.
I hear the bluebirds and sparrows little hum of hope fade softly into the afternoon sun, and I wonder, what does it all mean?
Then I see them, and many other kinds of birds, with beautiful bright colors, Parakeets and parrots, eagles and herons...even a dodo and they are all rotting in cages. Some of the cages are open, others are closed, but all the birds are lying on their sides, sad dead eyes, staring blankly, finished and flightless. and I get it.
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