sounding so delightful,
but the noise is getting louder,
their cries becoming frightful.
I rush to see what happened,
and find them staring back at me,
with a shotgun pointed at my head,
it seems I've been deceived.
I do not think, just turn to run,
but it is far too late.
One pulls the trigger with its beak,
I lose ten pounds of weight.
Shocked and confused, I reach up fast,
and touch warm sticky goo.
I'd feel fear if I could feel,
but instead I bid adieu.
Post has been edited 3 time(s), last time on Jan 18 2015, 3:59 am by Azrael. Reason: Removed dead shoutbox link. It was about all the deep symbolism.
