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Flight, Interrupted
A Bird’s Eye View
This was all still pretty new. Soaring from tree to tree—daring dives, exalted soars.
Glancing down, wondering what was in that little box where the finches were so busily feeding.
Lost in the brilliance of the blue sky above, the luscious green grass below.
And then suddenly another very familiar-looking figure approaching—very swiftly, and … splat!
What was that? The bright yellowhite spark—now fading to grey, then a dull nothing.
Terrors scattered outward like new hatched spiders, in all directions. There was a humming in his head—the deepest tone—sweet chariot, swing swing swing.
This wasn’t home. Home was a burrow in a tree.
And not long before that home was warm and liquid.
Wiggling all around amidst the straw—there were three others — the empty blue shells cast aside.
An attempt to lift the body up off the grass. Not just yet.
Take a letter. To Whom It May Concern. I disapprove. What was that invisible wall?
Were things broken? Pay attention with eyes closed.
The sound of worms moving through the ground below.
No movement for now —just wait.
One eye peeks.
That…
