By: Eli Hoban

Sitting in solitude,

the solemn bird is eyeing

his former paradise.

He endures the scent of rotted

wood and stale grass,

facing the repercussions

of the politics

of nature.



After the bombs

of cold have flown over, leaving

mushroom clouds

of snow and taking

the leaves of the

trees as speechless



There is nothing left but

a view of his

former paradise.


On the face of the seemingly

tangled trees and

dead woods,

he can read the



“It’s time to leave.”


So he flies from

this war zone in

search of another

soon to come.


Eli is a seventeen year old from Missouri.