The Nest

Saw them gathering sticks from the ground By the thicket while assembling a nest. On alert for any lingering threats Building frantically without rest. Walls grew dense and blocked out the sun Caving in everyone. Darkness fell, wiped a once joyous tone Then famished, like possessed ended eating their own. Saw them gathering sticks from the ground By the thicket while assembling a nest.

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