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A Bird's Cry


As I fly through the dazzling sky, I watch as life goes by. With busy streets and lots of people, I notice the ignorance that occurs toward the beauty of nature, placing my kind in lots of danger. With business’ decrease in product and lust over currency, I cannot understand how their day is so easy compared to mine; especially with their futures certainty. Each day is a mystery as I go in search of survival and the following is the same. I am a predator, who watches its prey from afar, Who traces each step and waits for the essential moment in which I must act. Nothing could keep me apart, With the constant change in environment, I must adapt. Yet these humans treat my home, my family as intruders that take up room. They’ll never understand I changed my lifestyle and put it on resume. However, I fly away to the depths of the world and just watch as nature continues to bloom.
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