Crux  by Susan Mehr


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The hum of machines is no more, and pollution yields while the crisp scent of nature fills the air. As far as your eyes can see dew glitters, and the sun brings life to another day while a breeze amplifies an eerie whistle of a familiar rhyme.

“Ring a Ring o’ Roses.
A pocketful of posies.
a-tishoo, a-tishoo
We all fall down.”

I fly from one windowsill to another and gaze inside their human prisons. I never thought I’d see the day when I’m the observer and humans pace the same as caged animals. Is this the fate of humanity?



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