In the skies, a kestrel was chased out of the air by crows. Further round, a buzzard was chased out of the air by crows, only it keened sadly as it did so. A way off, two more buzzards gained the thermals unmolested; they must have paid the crows off.
Autumn is here, the sun has now given up trying to save itself from drowning against the celestial equator. As a stark reminder of this, the spongy looking protuberances of shaggy ink caps are above the ground. Decaying the moment they break forth, some are still white but others are already dripping away their spores in a drizzle of blackness.
As soon as they are born they are dying, just like us, just like everything. Apart from a rock.
Si
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