Title: "The birds rest".
Author: Eduardo Gustavo Ramos Olivera.
The lanterns dim the streets,
The moon is in the last quarter,
The birds rest,
Flashing lights of cars,
Truck lights crossing the desolate avenues,
Strong wind blows the leaves of the trees,
The branches move,
The leaves come off,
An ill-timed moment for the birds whose flights take different directions,
Now they are on the roofs of some houses in apparent calm,
These are the instincts that anticipate the possibility of danger,
These are warning signs,
Among the shadows a predator moves,
Imperceptible,
Camouflaged with the appearance of a disciplined herbivore,
Non stoppable,
He wants to advance until he manages to catch his prey,
And from the hiding places among the logs,
Appear squirrels owners of the acorns, seeds, barks and chestnuts,
They emit a high-pitched beep that vibrates between the tree leaves,
Alert resonance,
Birds now fly to another roof, higher and further away.
Now they calmly rest.
Copyright © Eduardo
Gustavo Ramos Olivera.
