Dead Doves and Their Pretty Corpses

Exotic Pets

I am an exotic pet

My eyes are large and see the unseen,

My feathers colorful and pristine

I sharpen my claws

Into needles hidden in unassuming paws

With Big fangs, like a cherry topping it all

I am not a one off doll

I am the exotic full set

I'm hungry for a beating heart and sweet blood to let.

kings and queens fill my belly best- no contest or bet

I leave no waste, none spared, none left.

"That one, boy, is best loved from afar- not direct."

My wild kin Even worshiped in few dialects

As a divine being of the gods; a conduit.

But to others still just something to keep as a pet.

My type of animal is always better looked at from afar, than loved direct.

Because most cannot handle an exotic pet.

Those who wish to keep me are either foolish or specialists specifically.

Those willing to bend to the mannerisms nature already instilled in me

Replicate my diet to the best of your degree

Replicate my habitat as far as I can see.

ill-considered keepers rehome ones like me.

This plague of Inexperienced keepers ignoring the nature of their creatures grows steadily.

Just another keeper who cannot keep up with the demands of the pet they "needed".

For as much as I study others, discerning whether to prey or preen

Please pay attention..i keen

I wish for someone to study me as much as I studied thee

Even willing to take notes and referee

To know my body language and vocal keys

Knowing just by looking at me when to back off or soothe bee stings

They keeps my hides warm and bug free

They go out of their way to ensure my enrichment is plenty

A true trainer to provide stability

Is my dream.

But in the meantime as I roam and keen

If you tear off some of my fur I'll roar and scream,

And I'll surely make you bleed.

You can't keep an exotic animal with just a lock and key

enrichment and love is their special need.

Why is it these keepers always approach my kind, With nothing to offer but a lock and key?

I've come to terms with the fact that I am an exotic pet

I'm always better when looked at from afar- Rather than kept

Locked and keyed or loved direct.

I'll always know my true nature, it'll always be obvious and dead-set

I'll roam and wait I'm united in true love, and the universe pays me its debt.

These scars I bear are painful and sting as I sweat

But still I roam, till beset upon by death