Canaries of a Jagged Mind

A bouquet of canaries came calling. A yellow rose quartette. They expected nothing, just sweetly sang. Preened the pangs of life away. They were just looking for a place to rest. The had been flushed from the hills and valleys. but never did they once complain. Life continued on. With days and nights of water colored nonchalance. After some time, I noticed their plumage turning dull. Their songs all but stopped. Suddenly one day they all just flew off... On an icy horizon sat a fattened red-tailed hawk. Pale yellow feathers in its greasy beak. Reflecting back to a jagged mirror called fatal destiny.