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Barn Swallows, Bird Drowning, Birds, Death, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Spiders, Swallows
I can’t bring death to a world
Where everything dies.
Not even a spider in the front eve,
Its shadow, at night, a good five inches.
It scares the hell out of me,
But how can I fault her,
For dropping down, thread by thread,
And spinning her web.
I can’t add her death
To a world where everything dies.
And yet, I pulled two dead barn swallows
From the galvanized trough by the barn.
I regret, the shallow Victorian bird bath
I wouldn’t purchase, for fear
I’d lure the precious birds to our cat.
Despite trying to avoid bringing death,
It came anyway,
To a world where everything dies.
Bits of Poetry 