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********** ************ ********** ******** feathered sentries in parking lots pretended looters fighting with others who are not their brothers over what? could it be over what they ain't got... tiny discarded crumbs the meagerest ones too small to be over-looked by anyone except for birds... they try to choke down discarded dried up gum unheathily scattered amongst the litter I've even seen them eat ineatible wrappers and peck heartily at holiday glitter it has been written it has been read words of wisdom that God has said He that looks out for hungry birds intrepid little friendless fellow each and every one then why so desperate dashing-diving amid the trash feathered ones are low on cash who then has been forgotten when so many birds are becoming part of the past their seasons are nearly done little birds woebegone forgotten among the hulking industry of man and robots so fun when the birds started disappearing I thought soon enough with modernity man/woman wil be done. the birds are such un-numbering creatures unravelings of distant nightmares of Hitchcockian past when you don't treasure that which is God's and call it mans' it will never last good-bye birds I am sad I am nostalgically desperate see how the feathers fall... ********** ********** ************ ********** ******** WHO HAS CREATED THIS DYSTOPIA? ASK THE CORPORATIONS ASK THE CHEMICAL COMPANIES DO YOU WANT A SILENT SPRING? LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 12:47am PST NOVEMBER 25 2019 AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET MELISSA A HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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