Taunting Talons

Markthetabor

A closer approach,
With the possibility to enjoy.
As the wind moves along the shoreline,
And the boy tucks his tie,
There is a fighter.
Waiting to deploy.

Not a soldier of courage,
Or one with grooves in his feet.
For it is the one
With talons,
And a beak.

He combs his feather,
Spreads his wings,
And sharpens his beak with leather
He takes flight,
But look back, he does not.
For the past is bleak,
And his future is bright.

Humming under the glare of the moon,
There is a man with delight.
A meal,
Locked in his mind.
A mouse,
Now in his sight.

He takes action,
And in one swoop,
The mouse is no more.
He cannot return to his house,
For there is now a war.

A struggle within the mind.
On morals,
And ethics
BUT I AM JUST A HAWK
WHAT IS THIS FOR.

Is the life of a mouse,
Valued higher than a meal?
Surely not.
NO
NO
THIS WAS NOT THE DEAL.
MAYBE SOMEBODY CAN HELP ME
I DID NOT TRY TO CAUSE THIS STRIFE.

For a crisis of the mind,
Over a simple necessity.
Will steal the soul,
And end your life.

  • Author: Markthetabor (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 18th, 2020 05:39
  • Comment from author about the poem: this was really fun to write!
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 28
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  • TWENTY3

    A very special piece of poetry that clearly is missed by the usual cliques of MPS. It is so sad that all poets only comment on their friends work and not support new fresh talent. Great write.

    • Markthetabor

      Thank you my friend! And yeah, unfortunately this isn't really a community based on mutual progression. Sad to see it.



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