I turn outside
Seeing two magpies on the pavement below
They be pecking away at a former familiar shape
Just seem to be finished killing off the soul that escapes through twitches
As their former compatriot is lying there abandoned on the ground

Rising to the trees above, noticing my stare as they begin their raspy chatter
A querulous call, or perhaps my information clouding my senses
Interpreting for me their intentions as not evil at all

Just maybe the pretentiousness of my intellect telling me
This is nature that nurtures the strong and the bold
I think to myself, this is right, i should not get involved

And so the magpies keep imitating the ambiance
Dealing in the most basic supremacy of the law
Where empathy is just really an echo...

I walk away feeling hollow and bored
Thinking again to myself this is what we all are
Nature, what is so exceedingly exceptional about this organism Earth
Its all beauty and violence entwined in one whole
Where one cannot escape the other
Closing the circle in an ending to it all