Things Change

Ending

 

At my window
I see
a continuous shuttling
as one bird
pushes the other aside
and more and more,
fluttering wings
by hundreds, pushing
toward the seed.

Circle of chaff
on now-fading grass

And now this
memorial
to a life
so small
a song lost
a whisper on an autumn day.

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