A cry rings out, loud and shrill
Rustling, was that feathers?
Shadows shift, the birds are still
Bitter taste, another pill
Thin assurance, it’s just the weather
A cry rings out, loud and shrill
Claws scratching, on my window sill
Barricade the door, for good measure
Shadows shift, the birds are still
Threading sheets through bars gives me a thrill
The doorknob rattles, expressing it’s displeasure
A cry rings out, loud and shrill
They want to pick me apart, against my will
Bang bang, the door cracks under pressure
Shadows shift, the birds are still
Muscles tense, poised to kill
Beak and skin clash together
A cry rings out, loud and shrill
Shadows shift, the birds are still
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Just added this villanelle to Dverse’s open link night! Be sure to visit them for more great poetry.
Everyday Strange 
This was a captivating read L. Thank you for sharing it for OLN,
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This is exquisitely drawn! ❤️ I love the use of repetition throughout the poem which gives impact and a long-lasting feel to the poem 🙂
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Great villanelle with the sounds making this engaging to read.
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Amazing piece!
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