*********
hear the words from my beak
please
above the chatter and click
of these other feathered *****
as they plead for wheat, sans chaff
every single one of us
the same
except the stupid branch we’ve
ended up perched on,
early or not the worms are earmarked
and the **** always falls down
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 5:02 PM UTC
*********
hear the words from my beak
please
above the chatter and click
of these other feathered *****
as they plead for wheat, sans chaff
every single one of us
the same
except the stupid branch we’ve
ended up perched on,
early or not the worms are earmarked
and the **** always falls down
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