Unburdened

Clicking latch of the evening door boot tracks through fallen feathers, crows adorn the eaves little ebon stomachs growling. “I don’t have any seeds on me right now” Bird’s beady eyes cut through camouflage– now crows adorn my shoulders pecking at my ears, my eyes, my heavy heart. With outstretched arms still as statuary I stand like a scarecrow in fallow fields and am stripped bare. The murder flies away with strips of my fear, chunks of grief, little worms of loss and I pull my collar back up and walk inside unburdened.