Sat on the white metal gate
For the wicked soul
He sang and wait

In and out the opening
The body did run
Unaware
Death had come

Till one day
The bird screeched no more
The man lay on the ground
Chest bloodied and torn

Clutched to feathered *****
Black purple arrayed
Held fast in long sharp claws
A cooling evil heart stayed
Screaming flew away into the sky
That turned from sea blue into a ghostly gray

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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby Dec. 27, 2013