Her Chicken Scratch

Bones, Birds and Stars

The water tapped at the side of the boat.

It was asking to come on board, even though it didn’t need permission. It just waited. Lurking on the sides, trying not to sneer at the sailors who were praying to the stars.

The stars that were made up of  the bones of birds that flew to high. Turning their feathers into dust – and their bodies into stamps of the atmosphere.

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