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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 Eight: My Mother And Birds

If there is any being on Earth
That could even compare to my Mother,
It would be a Bird.
Not just any one at that!

With the might of an Eagle
And the wit of a Raven,
She would be the kind of bird
To soar over treetops
And chirp happily with the other fowl.

She would not be a shrill bird either.
With the voice of a lark,
She would sing melodies that
Great poets could not even compare.

In every sense,
She would be an early bird.
Pecking us if we didn't wake up
To her chirping.

She would be free to glide
All over the World,
but would still choose her nest
to return to at the end of each day.

Now, Human or Bird,
I wish only one thing.
That my Mom remains happy,
And that one thing is enough.

– Maya Desdemona