Divine Intervention

by Kris Janvier

Photo by 5010 on Unsplash

What's under that naked tree
is a Datsun Z covered in cherries
blacker than onyx, shinier than gold
when sunlight bounce off the skin
the sun sets and cicadas are drowning
the squawks of robins struggling 
to find one another while they perch
on branches and barks of sycamores
surrounding that naked tree
and suddenly a door bell rings
repeatedly from under them.
The robins from the sycamore notices
and flew across the pond 
straight to the open door
of the Z just to find more of their kind.
Their wings flutter with excitement.
They land on the bucket seat to hug
and kiss as they stand close to each other
letting their coats touch
seconds before the seat vibrate
under their talons abruptly
they all fly away without hearing
the engine that just disturbed their moment
well....except one who was on the ground
pecking at the cherries near the car.
Curious to the sound, it hop in
with its snack
as the idling continues,
a cicada crawl out
of the hole of the ignition,
zoom past the steering wheel from behind
and successfully escape from the car
without being seen.

By then, the robin have completely 
eaten the flesh
and decided to rest it head on the pit
to begin its recovery from the itis.....

.....that same feeling it had after 
that 1 cicada it eaten the other day.....