always be aware of the source

um........ too much free time at work one night.

it was new years, and he could
hear the cracks and the roars of the
fireworks, signalling the deaths
of a trillion passing insects.
there was just enough wind to
send one arbitrary glowing ember
straight through the heart
of a nearby songbird.
no one saw it die, but there
was a small boy who, upon
catching a single drifting red feather,
said thank you to the skies and
kept the treasure he had found
for good luck.

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... oh ... this is brutal ... this stings and hurts ... i hate fireworks even more now ... and yet this happens ... over and over and over again ... i don't know when people will wake up and do something about this ... :( ...