i hushed my shames
to a little bird,
he just peered
back, aloof,
then off he flew from
perch to trill ’em to
the others,
adorning fence, like
tacky bulbs in
summer’s
yard,
oh, brother, old
traitor..
++++
it”s my shoulder
your blades
scarred.
Birdy Whisperer
igram: https://www.instagram.com/grumpygorman/?hl=en
image: https://www.deviantart.com/eskitenekekutu/art/The-man-who-has-a-crow-on-his-shoulder-480430255
…crow, you may not return to this bloody a yard.
This is good.
You are kind. 🙂 Thank you.