One
was leading his flock westward, while the other towards the east
Both
knew the direction to navigate their flock well, and as of the destination, they
knew it as much well
Those
gentle glances of passers spoke aloud, for it was open and utterly bare for
everyone to see and feel.
Indeed
the sprint on their feet there, and slow labored gait here bore ample testimony
to the fate awaiting each.
For
one flock was off to the green lush
meadow; while other to that dark corner slaughter house.
Meanwhile,
those innocent birds above, followed the flocks flapping their wings in silence,
even as the west bound dark clouds shed tears of grief.
