Bare trees rattle their bones against white cloud sky

Clusters of leaves and twigs – abandoned nests – fill the in between 

The animals have fled, birds flown

And all that remains are the cawing clawing birds of darkness

Large and black they clutch their prizes, crackling detritus, in the emptiness.

It’s strange to post something I started writing at home in the winter, now that I’m down south, but also kind of nice in a distant way.


4 thoughts on “Detritus

  1. You did right to fly away south and escape those “cawing clawing birds of darkness.” 🙂
    Enjoy your sun and warmth!

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