Brownian Motion

as afternoon sunlight begins to fade,
dark jade is turned to golden shining hue
a trumpet-horn of life, a last display
till nature’s cycle comes again anew

now final birds take flight at dusk's embrace,
and flutter softly, graceful wings sweep back,
to nests of comfort, in another placeeeeAAAAaaaAAAAAaaAAAA

        piercing screams
        right next to my ear
        as frantically a squashed
        ant carcass is wiped
        from a screen.