The sun slices through the stalwart tired trees of Košutnjak
striping the trail strewn with the woody carnage of the
storm.
Limp limbs lashed by Košava’s conniption litter battered
bushes.
A bird whistles an avian requiem circling the remnants of
her nest,
diminished after the three-day scream, the notes drift
through the tattered canopy.
