Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Chirping of the Raptor

i walk alone in nature, amongst the sorry of the sad.

humans glorious and intimidated by the cowardly bad.

as the ignominious leader would say, "sad".

The raptor chirps a scurrilous tune, always at the behest
of a surreptitious gloom. (an awakened thought by a waif
of the moon). Stone cold buffoon. Monsoon... said the rune.

The raptor raps his song to weaken his prey.
Talons are not cute, time is in disarray,
though there is much to weep for, i hold sentimental
reasons to keep those thoughts at bay.

Screeching silently at raptors is my night of the day,

they sound so pathetic

the raptor,

and the rapture of them

blew me far and fast away.

Oh happy day.

 

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