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Offering Leftovers See how he soars. Plunging his ripe body down toward the rippling sea as he seeks to fill the hunger of his need. See how he hunts. Day after day, sweeping the waters clean - until nothing is left but any empty sea, no substance or life underneath. The children come in their innocence, offering bread that is stale from sitting too long on the shelves in their homes but they never notice (and doubt that he will). So, they cast it up high, into the sky - sometimes, he catches a crumb. And sometimes, he swoops back down towards the sea close to the swirling foam smelling the scent of all that's familiar, longing to taste his old food as he soars past the bread and dives into the sea still seeking to fill his need. This fill me up and satisfy driving, wanting need... birthed and born in every soul crying to be freed. Creating loss in every gain as the search resumes to fill the need at any cost no matter who it wounds. He knew he'd fish again - when the place inside grew empty and he soon forgot the morsels of stale bread thrown as bait to try and keep him from the swirling sea not knowing what may lie beneath it as he plunges in to feed. He arises with his trophy dangling lifeless from his beak. For a moment he'll be satisfied and full. And, all the little children will continue with their games as they realize he's not hungry for their food. He flies away and screeches a sad, lamenting cry as he soars in search of other seas and tries to fill the need. |
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