Life's Last Meal
was saying "good't mornin"
...to the bird-seed eaters...
both feathered and furred
...as...
a local golden eagle
...on its daily soar...
flew by high over the trees
...then...
seed-eaters and i went quiet
...at the sound of a splat...
as brown lumps hit the sun deck
...now...
the eagle flew quickly past
...it's claws prey passed too...
its last meal gone meant it was ready to chew
stan sand
Copyright © Sand Blown | Year Posted 2021
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