Birds’ Fallout

Generally, we stroll through the world looking straight ahead on our path. We don't see the birds dancing in a stream of air, twirling, hunting, or having their feather caressed in the wind.

But eventually appears the day of the last flight, the last ascent, and succeeding the final descent.

Ordinarily, we are not observers of the terminating performance, the last breath of air. There might be reasons like city life, busy thoughts, or simply a matter of time.

Substantially the final descent of a bird is quiet with no witnesses. No mourners.

Occasionally humans are present and witness the remainder of the bird. They salute the life lived. They feel the airflow playing with their hair and clothes. Ultimately, they become familiar with the same freedom the bird once had, aviating through the air.