This bird flew past me, wings frozen and crisp
Unheard, it lasted, with more friends, they'd grip
Up on the leafless trees, looking for debris
With a chance of a breeze, or stormy indeed
Baby birds sitting in nests, extending their neck
They have heard mama is best but she's feeding them less
The worms have built vests, suits shooting reckless
Mama is best but today she has left...
She left to find food for the family
The nest in vines would store anomaly
The night came too fast, no signs of mommy
Red eyes made a flash, they came in calmly
Babies asleep, they couldn't see the slithering
Dreaming so deep, distracted by bickering
"Mama all week was chirping these random things"
But now it's too late to practice their defending...
About the Creator
Gwapo Mystizo
Gwapoetry by an Artrepreneur.
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