Baby Birds

I see death in everything
friends around me talk of a new season
how spring is coming

baby birds will start to chirp
I just imagine them plummeting to the ground
knocked out of their nest by the wind
or a random tree branch

because you know that happens.

God does not call little children home
any more than he calls those baby birds
they are all just shoved in his face
before he or they are ready

victims of a world with order
but not quite enough of it

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