The Branch Stood Empty House Finch a victim of our need

a victim of our need for tidy perfection

Dawn and dusk were her cherished moments when the sun painted the sky in hues of gold and lavender

searching for a new home but knowing it could never truly return to the way things were

its wings brushing against the salty breeze

the solitary gull continues its solitary journey

The Branch Stood Empty House Finch a victim of our need"The once vibrant earth lay barren and lifeless in a world plagued by a relentless drought. Rivers that once flowed with crystal clear water were reduced to mere cracks in the earth. Trees stood, their withered branches reaching out to a merciless sky. Amidst this landscape, the last Hawk perched on a withered branch. With weary eyes, it surveyed the endless expanse of the desert, longing for a glimmer of life that had long vanished. The Hawk remained