A fine feathered partridge she is,
he listened to her moving tale.
A game bird, pathetic, but
her story has holes, he easily detects,
yet he sat through, willing to believe.
In the middle of contradictory attitudes
now he wonders, how strange is this
willing suspension of disbelief!
This is how tragedy creeps in,
right in front of one's opened eyes,
yet he is with her, ready to buy trouble.
A fine feathered partridge she is.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
A fine feathered partridge she is,
he listened to her moving tale.
A game bird, pathetic, but
her story has holes, he easily detects,
yet he sat through, willing to believe.
In the middle of contradictory attitudes
now he wonders, how strange is this
willing suspension of disbelief!
This is how tragedy creeps in,
right in front of one's opened eyes,
yet he is with her, ready to buy trouble.
A fine feathered partridge she is.
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