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The Bird that Flew

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I am person who is easily bored,
with a gun in hand,
out in the woods,
doing as I pleased,
once I saw something,
so quick in flight,
triggering something in me,
to make follow it,
the hollow tunnel of the gun,
aimed ready to come,
a little bird,
yes a little bird,
so feathers soft and white,
by the winter,
would be gone,
but for now,
come on summer,
autumn,
and spring,
so close to own,
come closer,
closer,
hop near,
so much gentle with grace,
better than any four bound tan deer,
nothing comes close,
hop vane into my waiting arms,
maybe the last silver bullet,
won’t put one down,
come on now,
hop little claret note,
no don’t run,
oh I see,
so I cried,
drawing the little bird near,
without much a try,
now come on now,
come on,
near just an inch,
between the sky and woods,
who would know,
little bird,
will you stop,
in leaving with leaving things unsaid,
to stop what could be,
to stop the satisfying bawls,
that only little birds,
akin to the one near,
will know,
and was going,
to keep it at bay,
the window soul is cracked and dirty,
with no clear understanding,
what is passed the glass,
the chance to see what it could be,
near it all,
to say now,
we’ll keep it simple,
how do you do,
while all alone,
nothing as it goes,
luring the chance like this,
is never a chance it goes,
the gun is turned around,
prey and hunter have change,
not a risk,
not a problem one would handle,
one sin doesn’t break another sin,
little bastard of a bird,
quails and swans behave better than this little,
worthless puff,
but before it could be said more,
the ringing enters,
but he shook away,
the little tail runs off,
to the distance away,
out of the woods,
safely home,
and far away,
that little toy of a bastard,
he flew away,
what a wasted chance,
that could have been,
but this bloody stream,
of a death splitting headache should be taken,
with forever sleep,
no one will know,
little bird won’t speak,
no one will understand,
and if they do,
how much sick are they too,
near as it goes,
damn that little bird that flew.
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