30 Day Picture Prompt Challenge

Epiphany

Solitary sentinel
overseeing his vast domain.
He now owns as far as his eye can see.
Finally.
The last signature inked, coin changed palms.
His. He owns it all.
He stands solid; secure in the owning.

Empty throne room
at the top of his world.
No one to share in his glory.
Alone.
Hollow victory, he feels no joy
in his bottom line; he has lost
anyone who might have mattered.

A small bird lands on his window ledge.
He doesn't own it. It wants naught from him.
Solitary, the bird owns nothing.
Epiphany.
Head thrown back the bird warbles its song--
muted by glass, yet he hears the pastoral notes
in mind's ear. He smiles.












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