He watches,
Scared,
His feathers standing on end,
His beak glinting in the sunshine,
As the space between him and his predator lessons.
The enemy strikes,
but to his relief,
As now was not his time,
Fortunately that of another of his kind.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 7:07 AM UTC
He watches,
Scared,
His feathers standing on end,
His beak glinting in the sunshine,
As the space between him and his predator lessons.
The enemy strikes,
but to his relief,
As now was not his time,
Fortunately that of another of his kind.