Soft brown eyes stare
as one by one,
their enormous wings folding quietly.
surrounds the crisp morning air.
The tall grass a circle,
wildflowers wilting in sorrow.
The cortege has arrived.
Heads bowed, as if in mourning,
42 words following this prompt: Why do birds suddenly appear? It just so happens that I passed an unfortunate deer this morning, and she was surrounded by turkey buzzards. I was struck by the respectful pose of the birds, as if they were mourners at a funeral.