Strange Writing
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The Birds Are Still

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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8 Comments

  1. sanaarizvi says

    This is exquisitely drawn! ❤️ I love the use of repetition throughout the poem which gives impact and a long-lasting feel to the poem 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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