REFLECTIONS (LYING ON MY COUCH)
Lying on my couch
Through the pane I see
Up above the meadow
Nested, a chickadee...
Its end forthcoming
(the bird did not know)
Predatory stealth
To its prey did go.
Slow, and deathlike it crept
Onward through the tree
To fill hunger laden
Where sat a chickadee.
There it pounced on the bird,
Clawing into its head
Till, I too, felt the pain...
THEN I KNEW I WAS DEAD!!
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