Paltry Perspective

I can vent, too.

I trapped the dove
 out on a limb with her wounded wing
as a raven landed on your sill

   

It mimicked me as I began to sing
and close in for the kill

I'm not half the man you thought of me 
but I still gave half the rest

because by the heart beating in my chest

I swore up and down that I'd try my best  

 Would a vulture voracious and violently so

prepare you for the truth?

What of the chitter-banter of mindless gulls

or a lyrebird's fib of flightless couth?

Do the pigeons that peck themselves to death

 on pavement purport, too?

I guess I'm just a chickenshit.

I'll leave cold turkey just for you.

Reviews

[Dupree]

It's an interesting read. Nice flow.