Torpedo

Birdless skies cloudy and grey

Until a single torpedo flits past

One lone sparrow darting above

Cutting through the heavens

Wings moving flutter fast

Suddenly pressed tight close

Shooting through the air bullet brave

Slicing through air smooth as water

Out of the twigs and leaves

Away from the feather padding

No more regurgitation

Goodbye feeding

Pushed and shoved

Prodded and snipped

Tough love and what has to be done

Hard as it is, it is inevitable

And the image in mind

Morphs externally

But captures the true soul,

The real life struggles and cycle

Of all life

Of not only the flocks of birds

Of not simply humanity

Of an often incomplete group

Animals branch out

Down lines of ancestral roots

Sprouting buds of floral décor

Growing fruit amongst the leafy green

Becoming diverse and unique

Aligned through a common point

Invisible to the naked eye

Solid to the mental scope

Pushing through each day, facing each blow

Looking towards the newer

Looking back to the familiar

Pushing out the nest, facing nothing but now