The Retort【POETRY】

The Retort

Something lovely happens
When two birds land on one stone:
It's as calming as it seems,
Both of the air and the mind.

The sun's beautiful rays
Are felt through closed eyes.
Eyes that need not open
Because it is safe now.
Two small birds sitting on a stone.

Two little tweets shout
Louder than the booming rock.
The many, the fallen finally perch
Atop the one who killed their cousins.
But they're just there to rest their wings,
For the fight is not yet over.
Two small birds
Sitting on a stone.