There are birds
So many and they whisper
Did you hear the call of the wren
The birds they hear me
They see me
They are listening to me
The albatross wings like a harrier jet beating waiting
The birds the tall and meek
They all see me
They see my weakness
I am naked to their cold dark pupils
The birds will never strike
They will speak to one another in the shadows always watching me
The birds
The great and the insignificant
Peacocks with bright feathers
Herons with bold skewer beaks
Galahs, cockatoos and lorikeets shrieking laughter
The birds are squealing
The birds are taunting me
The birds are silent
The birds don't like me
The birds are watching
The birds are waiting
The birds are wanting
The birds are waiting for me to die.
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