… A black bird flying against the dark sky.
Soaring over the shadows of trees.
Flying free into the whistling wind.
Not a care in the word, FREE…
… The man on the ground aim his gun-
at the black bird’s head.
… He fires. He fires another;
then still another…
… The once free bird falls to the cold-
winter ground bleeding. His small-
fragile heart slowly beating slower;
until it beats no more…
…The cruel man laughs and walks.
Away not realizing the giant-
gun of GOD is point at his head!! …