THE BIRDS

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   THE BIRDS
   
   Each night they come to Oasis, Florida.
   Scores and scores of black birds.
   Their flapping sounds could be heard for miles.
   Yellow eyes following our movements.
   Eerie eyes peeking into our windows.
   Are they alive?
   Or they part of The Dead?
   The Dead Game has begun.
   
   THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
   
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ARE THEY WATCHING US?

complexae:

Art of Dying - Vices and Virtues (2011)

Birds soar high above us all.
Over trees and meadows.
Near and far.
Watching us.
Wondering about us.
Are they waiting?
For the right time to attack.
They’re present in my nightmares.
Beady eyes, sharp beaks forward,
ready to attack.
I’m safe.
That is until I close my eyes for sleep.