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Day Twenty One: Foreshadowing?

I was out on a stroll,
Now usual, I suppose,
Yet today I found,
Another most curious view.

It was high up,
A rather peculiar looking cloud,
And it took looking twice,
For my mind to make a discernable shape.

In all its abstract beauty, 
I could see a bird
Flying out of a cloud of smoke
At least, that is what I perceived.

Twenty minutes later,
Is when my curious sight 
Comes to the corner of my eye.
I noticed that a bird was struck down.

It was not a natural death,
Far from it, really,
A few stray cats in the locality
Had caught it while hunting.

And upon looking at its dismembered corpse,
Hanging from a kitten's mouth,
I could only feel 
That I had seen that bird before.

– Maya Desdemona

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Day Eighteen: A Day Out

Oftentimes I find myself
Merely sulking in the depths of my sheets,
And it is just as often
I forget how good a day out feels.

A brisk walk to a mall,
An often overlooked luxury now,
Was a wonderful place to fall
Into the many spirals of conversation with friends around.

Minutes turned to hours
As we continually talked in peace,
And as we presented our views,
We caught up on flying bits of news.

Movies turned to books
And books to political outlooks
As we openly expressed, but also collectively felt.
Eventually, we will always find camaraderie.

At the end of the day,
With muscles stretched and spirit refreshed,
I returned,
Only to sulk in my bed again.

– Maya Desdemona