A sandy storm of death
rips across the desert.
A stained piece of glass shatters,
and a feather is buried underneath the grains.
A bird fighting for its last breath
crashes slowly to the ground
becoming a new meal,
yours for the taking.
A famine induced lizard
struggles across the desert
in a long agonizing crawl.
If he keeps it up
he is sure to be next
on the gourmet menu.
A rain infects the desert
moistening the bird and
worsening the stench.
The lizard, although weak, is not dead
yet.
He continues the journey
across the desert.
Vultures can be seen above
as they swarm their next meal.
It is amazing they missed the bird.
And oh how often is
the irony of death
the giver of life.
And this lizard becomes
living proof that
what doesn't kill you
kills something else,
which in turn,
makes you stronger.




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