posted on Sep, 20 2016 @ 07:55 PM
Birds of a feather stick together
as the story goes, and in this
Case the bird itself, continued
blow after blow.
Slam dancing as it does the
other birds to which did mock,
Little birdie glowing bright
let out a screeching shrill that night.
It's talons long and ever sharp
Dug them deep into her heart
smiling as it went along
Ugly from it's pretense start.
The other birds did see this wretch
as it flew above their heads
For nothing more nor reason said
it mocked unto it's own delight
So sad for now is slain it's dead.
Poor little bird full of dread
just one last time lifted up it's head
Black eyes piercing through the night
then back to hell it made it's bed.