Angry birds

The sky’s dark,
crowded with sleek creatures,
humming and buzzing above our heads,
prying.
A child runs out with his mother in frightened chase,
half crying.
‘Look Ma! Is that a bird?’
He shrieks with undisclosed delight.
And is silenced,
by the drone in its flight.

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