The queer quiet quail
try's to trot
along the
tremendous
tender trail
towards tranquility.
But this sick
prejudice society
of the
forest won't let him
have the ability.
they know
he's different so in
their minds they
don't see him as
one of their
kind . But rather
as a enigma
and
because of that
they send the
owl that loves to
prowl into
ones personal
private life.
Then stab the quail
in the back
by exploiting
It's private life
to the
rapscallion
wolfs and
making them howl
horrendous
language .That sends the
quail to now trot
on the new
trail towards insanity.
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Poetry by Hayden McCain
PoetryMy poetry that I wrote while in pain with my headaches because of hydrocephalus and my shunt keep failing me . The videos are my inspirations for my poems.
