Unresolveds

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Birdchat

 Yesterday
outside,

  about 80 birds,

  loudly chattering 

inside the

 tallest 

cedar tree, suddenly descend as one, onto the front lawn  
and   frantically   begin   picking  at the  grass.  Then, in a 
millisecond
 fly   off   in  a
 single dark swirl
  directly over to the
 telephone wires where
 they    abruptly  go     silent.  
A minute or so later, as if on cue,
 they  head back en masse to the cedar tree
and resume their  loud, shrill cacophony, before
 bursting out of the leaves in a single blast at bullet-
speed, and disappear.from view. All that's left, a gentle
 breeze and eerie  silence --  the calm before the storm.

Here are          for the

 53 of              second

them               chat
when                fest
 they                  in
  got                  the
     the                 cedar
    call                 tree

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Nature's metaphor for how I've felt all week, reading about Ukraine, Gaza, Iraq, Syria, Ferguson, ISIS/ISIL, Ebola, bombings, beheadings, surveillance and war. Under a darkening sky,  watching in fear, everyone nervously chattering, or numbed into speechlessness, huddling together (like those birds in the cedar), or scattered, directionless, waiting, wondering how to weather  the storm we all sense may be coming.

                                                After Reading  "Confessions of a Drone"

                                              

                                                The bird says the pilot got confused, went silent -
                                                "and then he screamed."

                                                Something to do with the nature of the target.

                                                This mechanical assassination aircraft,
                                                supposed to be very accurate
 
                                                but sometimes

                                               . . . "ruined pieces of a lot of humans,
                                                especially small humans . . ."

                                                                   The sands turned red,
                                                                   he saw
                 
                                                                                 "pieces of dead humans
                                                                                                hanging in trees . . ."

                                                The stuff of nightmares -

                                                only

                                                it's not a dream.