Have you heard the blue jays bellowing caw?
Or happened to glance his blueberry cape?
Many a goose bump would surprise your nape.
Hes not a friendly bird that one should awe
Despite what others have said they foresaw.
He takes your lone hope and crumples, misshapes
Insensitive eyes that morbidly gape
As he pecks and prods on a feast of flaws
Plucking the fine meat from your hopes and dreams
And while he feasts on the flesh of your soul
He scolds you for not being fine and brave.
Then ridicules your pain, cries blaspheme
As if a simple bird could know the toll
That one places on their heart when they crave.















Comments
Is the goose supposed to be like people who tear down everything someone does, and constantly ridicules others?
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I am a hedge, move along. Nothing to see here.
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I am a hedge, move along. Nothing to see here.
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Always looking for more talented anthro artists!
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