Bird of [in] Paradise
I hear the croak of the toad,
Waking me from my daze.
My eyes shift softly to the sun.
She is -
I behold a bittersweet sight,
A hungry heron haphazardly
Chasing my toad into the road.
She is -
There's a moment of suspense,
As a car swerves into the road.
Both the bird and toad go splat
She is -
Students pass by me concerned,
As I did nothing for the bird.
They care not for the toad.
She is -
She is unmoving.
She is unwavering.
She is unapologetic.
She is a bird of [in] paradise.
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Parchment and Perfume
PoetryThis draft represents the inner workings of my mind, among other things. All of my poems and prose will be cataloged here and available for feedback. Pieces will constantly be added or removed to fit the guidelines for any poetry submissions I have...
