The Least Loved-

You were like a bird perched high up in the tree, which did stare down upon the very worms on the ground. With your eye piercing through the ground you did see me try to slither back to the safety of the soil, but you did pluck me from the ground and with one swift swallow you did devour me whole. I did try to hide from your piercing stare as you measured my slithering body and pluck me from the ground and swallowed me up like a sink hole that came upon a rainy day and eroded the earth from beneath and unseen…Mother earth save me from her beak and return me safely to your soil rich grounds? There I will labor until they beseech you with their cries for your tears and raise me once again to the very top, where once again I shall be at the mercy of their beaks and sharp talons as they dig me from the ground once more. And feed me to her little ones…Truly this is in the masters plan? The weak for the hungry and the least love shall be feed to the many that call upon Mother Nature’s tears to raise the weakest from the ground to feed the many that beckon and she does hear their call. This time I surrender my slithery soul in the name of what is right I shall fight no more!