black blur on red bricks
this spring day
heats up like summer
and you and your kin
warm yourselves
and scatter yourselves
i have seen more
of your brethren
in one year of heat
than in a lifetime of
cooler years
and i wonder
if this a new age
of dinosaurs
these ones will be tiny
and won’t fly
and won’t have feathers
they will have scales
and eat insects
and inherit the earth
and i hope
they are kinder to the bees
——
It’s National Poetry Writing Month!
Day 5
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Words and Feathers 
I like the word ‘kin’ and used it yesterday too – how odd!
Maybe that’s why it was floating around in my head. Remember crepuscular?
Ah yes! Crepuscular is the best word ever! I tried to seed ‘parabola’ but it didn’t catch on!
It didn’t follow the same curve, eh? Blimey!
Ha ha! Very good!
Picking at the empty sockets of the unlucky lost.
Kaaw! Brother crow!
I have no ear for poetry, like I’ve said time and time again (here and there).
But I like this.
That said, this line
“and you and you kin”
Was it meant to be ‘your kin’, and just got typo-d? It just seems out of place the way it is.
Kaaw!
That is in fact a typo. Nice catch!
Glad to be of help!
Kaw!
Kaw, indeed! I always dig your cynical optimism. The biggest downside of this too-near-future (and frighteningly realistic) view of the planet, though, is its inhospitability to the birds… 😦
They’ll figure it. They survived the big dinosaur extinction.