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I watch a small lump of fat fall to the lawn, surrounded by birds. A plucky starling takes it to a quiet spot. Grandad grew frustated with ploitics at work. He turned his back, took his pension, started working for himself. Greedy persistent pigeons press stealing starlings' earnings, pecking, flapping, asset stripping. The old man worked night and day to build business. But the predators swooped, their beaks and claws tearing at his skin. They broke his heart. Today we bury him.
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Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 1:45 PM UTC
Watching the Day
I watch a small lump of fat fall to the lawn, surrounded by birds. A plucky starling takes it to a quiet spot. Grandad grew frustated with ploitics at work. He turned his back, took his pension, started working for himself. Greedy persistent pigeons press stealing starlings' earnings, pecking, flapping, asset stripping. The old man worked night and day to build business. But the predators swooped, their beaks and claws tearing at his skin. They broke his heart. Today we bury him.
looking at the lawn on funeral day
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Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 1:45 PM UTC
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