Feathers

I watched a murder in the garden
Drawn in by the smell of fresh blood
Feathers ruffled they fought
Clutching for scraps
In the spring sunshine

I could have turned away
Left the darkness and the destruction
Washed my hands of it
But I watched, captivated 
As the world ended

I should have made a noise
Startled them away from here
Claimed dominion in my garden
The earlier the better
Keep the peace

But instead I’ll watch
Clean up the mess they leave behind
Surrounded by crows

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