A Bluebird flits across the Cerulean sky, always Doomed to land to Eat her precious Food. Goodbye, says the Hungry bird to the Insect it is about to eat. Just a little bit longer til' you see the Knight of death. Lies, says the bug. No Mouth shall stop my little heart. I say No to the Knight, Only a Person could Quell my Remaining fear of her. So, what shall you do, Bird of The blue feather? Unabashed, the bluebird Vacated the nearby Woods, only for the Xylophagous insect to Yelp out its displeasure at the bluebird Zigzagging away from him.