By Arachne

Stripped willow

The winds came.

An ivy-hugged trunk crashed, 
split by inner rot
where sappy wood met insects 
in their powdery home.

Startled birds took flight 
into the rain
and the insects scurried
their eggs elsewhere.

Now the birds perch
on sunny branches
dipping into the ripples 
of the morning Thames.

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