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the bird pecks the acorn, fighting through the casing's steel, the bird breaks his beak and falls to the floor, the rainbow of his wings failing in spiel. the floor becomes a deep red, the acorn waggles and girds in its success, not realising that his compatriot he had spent all the moons with was long dead, and it falls with the passing winds of distress. It hit's the floor in the same place, bouncing off the stone statue corpse, the acorn stares to the bird's face, knowing that it won’t peck anymore marks in its force. the acorns rolls next to the bird in solemn shifting agreement, knowing that it's barrier and breakdown is imminent for its bereavement.
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Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 6:16 PM UTC
The Bird's Flap
the bird pecks the acorn, fighting through the casing's steel, the bird breaks his beak and falls to the floor, the rainbow of his wings failing in spiel. the floor becomes a deep red, the acorn waggles and girds in its success, not realising that his compatriot he had spent all the moons with was long dead, and it falls with the passing winds of distress. It hit's the floor in the same place, bouncing off the stone statue corpse, the acorn stares to the bird's face, knowing that it won’t peck anymore marks in its force. the acorns rolls next to the bird in solemn shifting agreement, knowing that it's barrier and breakdown is imminent for its bereavement.
An old poem that i really love, I'm happy with how it looks and didn't edit it since i originally made it, I hope you enjoy!
#animals#life#death#sadness#nature#recycling#change#time#birds#sonnet
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pe-scott
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 6:16 PM UTC
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