The End

Dark and light it soars, searching. 

Nourishment for its soul, in the face of others. 

It listens, hoping for the sound of permanence and purpose. 

I saw it fly once, above me. 

The shadow cast low and moved across my shoulders in rhythm with its hunt. 

The glossy green hues danced in the sunlight, as I watched the weight of its cool black body float above the end approached as a whisper. 

I wondered why the air resisted its force as the tricksters thick beak broke through. 

As its lower mandible held tight to its nourishment, I wondered when the last

breath would be taken. 

This trickster, forced open its long feathers to manipulate the air and to halt. 

With one motion, the inevitable future, the end.