Sans disgrace

sorenbarrett

Became a vulture when you wanted an eagle

Had hunger for carrion not fresh meat

Turned thief not regal

Rotten tasted so sweet

 

Not wearing your crown

I pick old bones, siting, lazy

homeless a flying clown

table manners, stark raving crazy

 

Both of us with feather

Nature's motherly hand did place

monarch as well as robber together

sans disgrace

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 24th, 2024 03:43
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Cassie58

    Wonderful strong metaphors here sorenbarrett. Give me an eagle any day of the week. Three perfectly penned stanzas. Have a happy Wednesday.

    • sorenbarrett

      Cassie thank you so much for the read and most kind words. I appreciate your review and comments.

    • Goldfinch60

      Good metaphoric words soren.

      Andy

      • sorenbarrett

        Thanks Gold appreciate the encouragement.



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