Green eyes eliminate trust
for the crow that watches out for danger
she calls to them with song-like words
flap your wings to me
come and tell me what you see
I'll see you through my mind's eye
flapping up the clouds high
flap your wings to me
come and tell me what you see
Raven hair to match feathers
cry for eyes that can not see
calling to her gothic winged beasts
My feathered friends come to me
flip sharp beaks against the wind
tell me what is out there to peek
up high and down low
my feathered friends come to me
flip sharp beaks against the wind
- Author: kitty the naughty poet ( Offline)
- Published: February 8th, 2022 02:36
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments4
Good write Katie.
Kitty got any pets? Well, she seems to have a lot of, erm, collars and leads. heehee.
Hahaha
Crows are such clever birds that I am sure that they will always look out for you katie.
Andy
Thanks andy
Great writing Katie 🙂
Thanks yellowrose
beautiful!
just a joy to get lost within
thank you! dear Poet
(have a feeling there's enough poetic thread to pull on
to add a few more verses or a sequel/prequel
maybe? lol)
This was for a contest on my other site but I like your idea
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