Olive Pond

My second try at a poem! Thanks in advance for any feedback!

Olive pond resting by, who is this man that you show?
Holding a gun to a pidgeon on your yellow-tainted glow.
He pulls the trigger of insanity
Using the vileness you bestow.


Tiny pidgeon flying by, how do you turn into a crow?
Was it the bullet of despair that made your small beak grow?
Let your black wings of insanity
Cast an end upon humanity.


Olive pond resting by, see how slowly you flow?
I walk endlessly into the pond, see how far I can go,
What you hide beneath is just for me to know.
Olive pond resting by, who was that man that you showed?

Reviews

[sydney]

I liked the last stanza. Good work.

[Maria]

Bravo bravo. Great work. Loved it