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Birds flying high

Oh, how that winter sky seems eerily familiar

Tucked deep within sheets

Gray clouds come covering up

The passion the sun once shone

Snuffing the light

Sealing the catacomb

Piercing deep

Straight to the bone

Shivering creeps

Like vulture beaks

Approaching

Life drawing closed

Steam from nostrils

As the beast bends its' knees to rest its' head

Of horns so firm

And, a mussel well aged and gray

Where once no concern grew

As he picked the fairest of the herd

He now picks his final patch of earth

We're all brutes in our prime

Taking what we want

And, taking it in on our own sweet time

But, once that sun rises

It's bound to someday set

So, once it starts falling

All eggs best be rowed up neat in their nests

Now that birds with hungry beaks

Patiently circle high above our place of rest

Cause

Piercing deep

Straight to the bone

Shivering creeps

Like vulture beaks

Approaching

Life drawing closed