Movements, everywhere
The streets are beehives
Bees buzzing, wanting to share
Calmness is forgotten.
The tarmac is trodden, the trees line the road
The seal is broken, the dark liquid is released
His ears are mutilated, a screech attacks the air
His neck snaps to the side to watch the commotion.
In an instant, his mindset is broken.
His presence has disturbed this little bird.
The flurry of activity, no longer outspoken.
Ignorance be bliss?
Nay;
Peace be bliss.







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