She flutters
The sunlight shining through her thin wings
Her yellow-green eyes darting around
Now her feet lands on the grass without a thud
As she spotted the corpse of a majestic creature
Laying motionless,lifeless.
Her delicate hand touches the poor thing
Thus she sheds a tear.
He stomps
The mud squelching under his rough boots
Hands in pockets, an angry expression
He hears chirping close by
And looks up to see a nest of sparrows
A mother and her newborn.
He snorts at their joy,his face of disgust
Thus he continues to storm off further.
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Poems Of BioPhire
PoetryHere, i will post the poems i made. I know, they're amateur works and some don't rhyme or have a poem-like structure. They're mostly the things I've felt, imagined and seen. Enjoy!
