Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2019
I asked him, “what is a bird to a worm”

He looked at me and grinned “Food”

I wrinkled my nose,  “but worms don’t eat birds”

He laughed at my innocence and replied, “they do when they’re dead, and one day they’ll eat you too”
Written by
Dont talk to strangers  29/F/Canada
(29/F/Canada)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems