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Accidental Slaughter of a Proud Bird

by  Sparrow_splitter

Posted: Friday, November 7, 2003
Word Count: 71




Content Warning
This piece and/or subsequent comments may contain strong language.


It came out
ghost like
from the sky.
The stupid fucker,
thought it was me
that was gonna die.

Talons raised,
eyes wide
Tried to catch me,
take me onna ride.
I'm not a mouse,
I'm inna car
That owls head,
the glass bounced far.

I didn't mean it,
I tried to cry.

Just one feather,
from where you die,
a streak of blood
They're all that's left

Till I wiped