The ground undulated with frantic birds,
skittering about, searching for the fresh worm,
the newly unearthed crunchy bug.
Birds flapped, keeping neighbors
away from prime feasting ground,
not realizing that the freshly tilled ground
held plenty for all.
Two black labs had a free for all with bones
long forgotten unearthed,
only to be buried again.
Scents assailed canine snouts,
sending the dogs on crazy paths
that intertwined with tractor tire
markings.
Black birds, black dogs, in heaven,
playing, feasting, tracking in the
fresh black soil, rife with new
beginnings.
