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Irony

I walked up a hill, rain lightly falling
around me.
(Harder when I passed under the tree
tips).
There along
A sidewalk,
Tip-toeing about,
A raven:
Plucking
Pecking
Piecing
Away at a squirming worm.
Playing with it,
Toying and tossing
As it twitched and twisted and
Bled.
But a cat appeared
And with one swoop, the raven died,
As a worm squirmed,
As the rain and blood drops mixed,
The food chain was heard,
Silently,
Chuckling to itself,
As I walked up a hill, rain lightly falling
around me.

S*
2002.05.14