By Scott Bailey © 2016
The lonely tree
Stood atop the blasted hill
Stark
Barren branches snatching
Rays from a mist-shrouded sun
Every now and then
Upon an errant breeze
Flits a weary bird
Resting one more time
On its final flight
Then falls
All around the roots
Dead birds and ash
Giving meager succour
To the lonely tree
One day
From that blood-soaked soil
This tree’s seed will rise
Green will conquer grey
Once more
But too late
For this final witness
Of our fall
In response to my daily prompt Liability
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WOW-Good.
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Here in Cairns, Queensland Australia, out beautiful flying foxes were falling from the trees by the thousands during a heatwave recently. They are protected here. If the temperature goes above 40°c, they cant regulate their body temperature and the literally cook. It was very sad and a lot of effort went into the rescue
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She fell
Dazed
Among your ways
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