Nature's Orphan

At the cliff's edge

A feather is found

Dipped in some ink

On the brink of profound

A sound that I think

Comes to me from a cloud

To make me fly like a bird

And shed skin on the ground

Flapping and flailing

Rapping and wailing

A cat who is failing

At tailing a rat

Falling and screaming

A bald eagle meeting

Squawking and scheming

Their secret attack

At the water's edge

The tracks are erased

Time is reset

Nature's backspace

To help one forget

What has come before

Songs of love and death

And the breath we waste on war

Fighting and battling

Angrily throttling

To cease the caterwauling

Plotting things is wrong

Missing and hiding

Secrets data mining

Convincing and dividing

Leaders from the throng

At the world's edge

Peace is reported

A white flag is waved

An olive branch is offered

As a portion of shared blame

An unfortunate fortune

Has forced us to behave

As if man is nature's orphan