How birds die...on the road or sky, instantly, without favour or regrets, guided by no force and slave to no man, in flight and in motion...with no past to favour or chance withthem..alone..unaccounted to all kind deeds done and to previous births..hidden..like a tree trunk in the sky or like wind..without regret or pathorsignature..without succession planning or progeny or much agony of loittering around...without leaving a tuft of hair or fig or wing to no purpose...as silent as they come, leaving as silent as one left..unafraid of leaving them all - relations and land and this beautiful Earth that nurtured them..going as one as one that came as a tiny speck..
(A friend wrote why remember death amidst life, as bird soars.I think I am remembering the brevity of life. It's vulnerability, its flickering amidst 2nd law of thermodynamics that entropy will increase. Thus songs of death are about wonderment of life, albeit concealed..)
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