Murder

Murder

A Poem by JR

Bird just got killed in the brush

I listened as it screamed and

thrashed and screamed and

finally fell silent;

I couldn’t peer into the dark

see what got it but

I will know it eventually

when it turns its ugly head

and comes for me.

© 2020 JR


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JR
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Placerville, CA



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