Birds Flying Over An Empty Meadow
the black birds
flying over the meadow
filled with wild flowers
in a spring day
are lonely
they are looking for their friends
the humans who alas are no more
the birds don’t know what happened
they are birds after all
but they know
the cities are quiet
and all the humans are gone
where they went
no one knows or cares
and so humanity fades away
into the dustbin of history
yet another master race
alive no more
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