Tuesday, September 8, 2009

A Warning

I snap! And your bones crackle.
You flutter and gloat outside my window;
I press my nose against the glass and huff in my frustration.
You think you are free but, linger too long for that morsel,
And you will be mine.
Your sweet songs float on the wings of gentle breezes;
My bold voice echoes back from the trees in which you will seek refuge.
A tune today, but I shall bark your dirge tomorrow.
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