The Poem The Birds - 1911 Words

The Birds â€Å"Momma,† Lum whispered in the darkness. â€Å"Can you tell me about Old Ignis, like Grandmomma told you when you were like me?† â€Å"Of course dear, your grandmother lived in a time of light―the world wasn’t dark like it is today. There was green everywhere and meager creepy crawlers danced around your feet. Grandmother told me of a sky that changed colors and something called warm. There were days where she would sit under a tree with its billowy branches and feel the warmth and the wind collide around her. She spoke of the sky and when it was full of fire and light. Many of these things are gone now Lum, ever since the Darkness came. That’s why your grandmomma is gone; the Darkness consumed many people upon its arrival. The fiery sky†¦show more content†¦Ã¢â‚¬Å"Momma, there are 11 birds,† he said proudly. Confused, she responded, â€Å"Only 11? There has always been 12.† â€Å"Momma, what does that mean?† â€Å"I don’t know,† she replied, a worried expression clouding her vision. â€Å"Come inside Lum, it s late.† She turned away heading over the mounds of dark dirt. Lum gazed up and saw the Darkness as he always had his entire life. The faint circle that was absent of stars always seemed to hang in the sky. The bleakness of the sky made him restless. He started to follow his mother, digging his toes into the dirt as he went. He reached the top of a small hill, the whole town awake with the sound of home and bustling citizens before him. He started down the hill, then jumped back. A small patch of skin on his arm stung. A single ember had fallen from the sky. â‹ ¯ Everyday Lum would run into the city. It was like a second home to him, with its noisy avenues and buzzing lights. He ran along the streets. The strangers walked along, staring ahead as Lum weaved past. Lum would count the birds, and the people would count with him. They all looked to the sky. One day as Lum looked to the sky with hopeful eyes, he noticed something was different. Momma had always said there were twelve birds, yet yesterday there were eleven. Now, as Lum squinted his hopeful eyes to the horizon, he counted ten birds, one after the last, soaring up above. He was not the only one to notice. People gaped at the sky, not only at the birds, but Lum could