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Birds Deliver      by: Marilyn Griffin

Why were they flying so low?

Their blackness making shadows across the field…

I didn’t know…

As I dashed and bent to yield…

Fields of corn…

Place chosen to hide…

Mind going to where born…

Where all had died…

Beaks missing my head…

Just by inches…

My feet feeling like lead…

Shelter in low ditches?

I’ve been running long…

Escaping at last…

For things I did wrong…

Leaving my past…

I hear dogs…

Barks muffled in air…

Hiding under logs…

As they grow near…

Long way to go…

Directions confused…

Creek by hill low…

My mind seems mused…

Scent washed away?

By water flowing…

Chance to lay…

As sun is lowing…

Those pesky birds of black…

Cawing loudly…

They’re at my back…

Wings flaying soundly…

Will they not stop!

My chance is fleeting…

They swoop down on top…

As I’m pleading…

They’ve shown the way…

My life is over…

As I pray…

Taking cover…

My coveralls of blue…

Shine out…

As I turn to view…

Hearing their shout…

My luck fades…

As birds lead the way…

I’ve been made…

By birds of prey…

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