A bird in hand
And two in the bush.
No bar, no band
To where you push.
Selfish hoard-
An overload.
Brick by brick
The old trick.
Trespassed precinct.
Animal instinct.
Perpetual feed.
An oceanic greed.
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 6:42 AM UTC
A bird in hand
And two in the bush.
No bar, no band
To where you push.
Selfish hoard-
An overload.
Brick by brick
The old trick.
Trespassed precinct.
Animal instinct.
Perpetual feed.
An oceanic greed.
This is the fourth-fifth of a series of poems written as creative copy for an scenic design assignment based on the theme of the Seven Cardinal Sins. I have treated these sins as innate animal instincts.
