White wings with brown circles
Plates of armor, black and orange
They discovered your weakness in the night
A ***** in your chitinous plate
All you sought was the shining fluorescent light
As you rested on the window sill
Now your wings flutter uselessly, a vain attempt
To fly away on morning breezes, all for naught
This cast iron tombstone, your final resting place
How dignified, you must think?
Dying on a piece of cheap lawn furniture
Don't worry; your broken wings will fly again
In the beaks of sparrows and crows