On His Final Day Were Birds

w c

On His Final Day Were Birds

 

The little road meandered through

And around the somber place

Mockingbirds were silent in cedars there

And thorny trees grew by graves

 

Scissor tails perched on highline wires

And witnessed the procession too

They lit upon the pebble ground

And did not fly their loops

 

Sparrows lit on cyclone fences

And in crepe-myrtles there

The trees growing in soil too dry

With leaves shed everywhere

 

There were mowers and weeders too

That droned not far away

There were ducks staying dry

And crows feeling grave

 

Family gathered beneath the tent

With friends there beside

There was a mourning dove that sang

And a red-tailed hawk that cried

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 15th, 2017 02:39
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  • orchidee

    A fine write wc. I sense that mourning dove at the moment. A church friend passed away. A horrible Christmas for the family now in one way, yet they have a Christian hope and faith, and it's a relief from suffering.

    • w c

      Thanks for your comment, orchidee. Sorry to hear about your friend. I feel your sadnes. i'll say a little prayer for the family.

      • orchidee

        Thanks wc.

      • draculazy

        Lovely imagery!

        • w c

          Thanks draculazy! I really appreciate your feedback



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