Old lady sitting
on the worn armchair
staring at the end table
in the corner
the birds
spreading fear
invading skies
have nested in her eyes
loud thunders
were heard
fearful glances
flew from their nests
worried eyes
were turned through window
to the cloudless sky
phone rang
she hurried to the corner
lifting up the receiver
and a terrible blowing up
while warplanes
moving off in the sky
the person
on the end of the line
was still screaming
mom, mom!
do you hear me?
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