birds

A reflective piece comparing birds with certain emotions.

i have this thing about
birds-
all beak and talon and
sharp edges
and especially, i have this thing about
magpies-

i can't help myself but hate
the way they stalk around,
kings
of the footpath,
with beady eyes

i can't help myself
but hate
the way they wing in
and take over
like nothing else ever was

and most of all,
i hate
the way they gather together
all the thoughts
I ever thought

all the words
I ever never said
and all the emotions
I tried to bury
in the sand

(too bad they aren't
ostriches)

grief and guilt are like
birds-
but not just any birds,
they're like
magpies

Author's Note

All polite/relevant reviews are welcome - including constructive criticism, grammar and spelling corrections. (Although it should be noted that in this case, the poem is deliberately left uncapitalised and poorly punctuated.) And thank you for reading/leaving a review!