Monday, May 5, 2014

The Funeral

Soft brown eyes stare

as one by one,

they arrive,

their enormous wings folding quietly.

Silence

surrounds the crisp morning air.

The tall grass a circle,

wildflowers wilting in sorrow.

The cortege has arrived.

Heads bowed, as if in mourning,

They feast.




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. 

11 comments:

  1. I can feel them watching in a quietly eerie way.

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  2. I love the wildflowers wilting in sorrow.. haunting description.. well done!

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  3. wow, this was just the way I pictured something like that even before I read your explanation. It is always an eerie sight to see how they clamor and huddle. Your words gave that image a soundtrack.

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  4. Birds are the eeriest of creatures. They just gather and watch silently, then swarm in like the freaking swat team. Nicely done.

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  5. The last two lines are so much in variance yet so true. Lovely.

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  7. How beautifully you have woven the idea of a vulture's feast into a funeral procession. Lovely!

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  8. That was very funny. I loved the somber tone then the revelation. Still smiling.

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