there are
birds
in the vent.
small birds
breaking through
the fragile
skin shells
of eggs.
you can hear
them chirp,
their tiny
wings
featherless
trying
to flap.
they don't know
quite
yet what awaits
on the outside,
the black snake
coiled
nearby, ready
to snap.
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