I came upon three sunflowers today
Standing next to each other,
All in a row.
Their adorable black & white faces
Were staring down sadly,
At a dying vegetable garden below.
Their big, fluffy, yellow manes
Bounced & swayed,
In the light summer breeze.
While every now & every then,
My eyes watched their yellow petals
Flutter up & cling to nearby trees.
I wondered what had happened,
To make them look so broken,
When their stems are so thick & strong?
Why don’t they show off their colors,
To once again steal my gaze away,
From the dark shadows of the sun?
Then I saw & then I heard,
The black birds,
That flew in from the south.
I saw the sunflowers begin to tremble,
As those crows laughed & squawked,
Pecking their gorgeous freckles out.
Running to each one of them,
I shooed away the hungry birds,
Feeling silky tears fall into my hands.
Gently I pulled them closer to me,
Until their sweet faces looked up,
To capture my passing glance again.