Hunting
The bird cuts across the sky
slicing the heavens up
like birthday cake.
Its wings acquire the hot breath
of life and it rises higher.
The bullet rips through
air, sending cake and icing
everywhere and the bird falls
gracelessly, swallowed
up by death.
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