Defending Souls

Feathers glide from the violet sky.
Towards the ground,
In a magical white whirlwind.
The birds that had sacrificed,
A few moments of wonder,
For our ungrateful eyes to regard.
Died and did not know,
How to leave,
Their bodies behind.
Drifting without heads to guide them,
With weary determination,
To a place where children,
Never play with live wires.