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The story of a tiny gift, half chewed and fear-stained Left on the alter outside the back door: When first stunned with a slap or a precisely timed Bite, a vigil is held -- wings twitch and flutter. With a curious tilt, widened eyes record Muscle spasms; calculating the Flight risk; metering the force of the next Outburst; prolonging the fun. A game or performance art? The victim's peers yell and screech From the rooftops - do they know The show is for them? After few manoeuvres more it matters little As a tiny neck snaps between missing teeth. The audience scatters and the corpse is left behind As an offering for those who feed the beast.
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
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The story of a tiny gift, half chewed and fear-stained Left on the alter outside the back door: When first stunned with a slap or a precisely timed Bite, a vigil is held -- wings twitch and flutter. With a curious tilt, widened eyes record Muscle spasms; calculating the Flight risk; metering the force of the next Outburst; prolonging the fun. A game or performance art? The victim's peers yell and screech From the rooftops - do they know The show is for them? After few manoeuvres more it matters little As a tiny neck snaps between missing teeth. The audience scatters and the corpse is left behind As an offering for those who feed the beast.
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
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