Day 45: Haiku

Floating feathers, soft

Dead, rushing feet dirty soles

Mangled body blue.

Beetles gnaw, blackened

Once, he flew high above heads

Nauseating  lost.

Bobtail past, raining

Beak, earthbound broken now still

Workmen whistling.

Fearful grave, deathbed

Helplessly, silent pauper

Exploring shadows.

Oak-trees creak, long moans

Faint-hearted, flickering lamps

Silver bird screaming.

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