The branch, it stays atop the tree
Still as light in the midst of dawn
It stayed, quite still. It swayed quite free
The only noise that was around, and danced. only but a fawn
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A movement, very clerfudgen
An animal unexpected. A bird
The forest laid. Blugenend
It's wings ready, keeping its ears aflired
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It's Plurdged nest sat their, untouched
Wings covered the brim
White ovals sat still, and mukuched
The bird looked very grim
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A branch snapped in half
A vusil was insight
The man was only looking for a calf
Then saw the bird, ready for flight
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A shot was heard, already it flead
To late it was
For the bird was dead
Leaving the man with nothing but mus
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My Inner Thoughts
PoetryThis will consist of a list of poems that I will never stop adding to. Whenever I feel inspired I will add a new poem. Whether they're dark and scary or sweet and nice, they're going in here. Every poem in here is original. Please enjoy my imaginati...
