A peacock becomes non-violent
keeping the warheads
in his tail. In bird hour
who wants to blink?
The chicken runs amok.
Lying motionless was
painful for being slaughtered.
Subversion was more acceptable-
than falling in love. The bare
chest shows a gored scar.
They have started a dance
to entice a herd of pachyderms.
Bleeding? No. They have
cobbled an army of bedbugs
to start a violent protest
against the moon.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: October 30th, 2015 22:33
- Category: Nature
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