Flying Bird Bounty (feat. jube jube)

Posted by Erik Moshe on Monday, February 4, 2013 Under: Poetry

What goes on behind the door of the henhouse…

Stalk the prey in the moonlight
It lift it’s head to stare at the night sky
My moment has come. I lunge at it
Fried chicken fuels the world of crime
The colonel sends his army of roosters out for blood
Arctic Terns at our defense, forks and plates at the ready!

If I had wings, I would tailight the sky
Sugarcoat the camera lens
Pluck toucan potatoe skins
The canopy is the upper kingdom
Hunters fry their daily food rations
Mockingbirds peck the frigate deck
And the street lanterns are categorized
By bluejay commitment

Flocks of seagulls patrol the beaches
Pidgeons guard the rooftops
Ready to drop their vanilla/chocolate
“It’s rabbit season.” “It’s duck season.”
They all end up as food in the end
Take the shotgun and silence the oppressed
Lactose intolerant cows never made much sense

BAWK, bawk, the cuckoo clock has struck analysis.

In : Poetry 



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