A Little Bird Told Me
written by: Moxie McMurder
@MoxieMcMurder
A quarrel
A murder
A conspiracy
What do these little dark eyes see
Our ancestors knew
Unkindness soars through the sky
And deceit wears its crown proudly
The parliament hard at work eating away
Throaty calls of superiority
A cast of merlins
Working their magic
Spells in their high angelic voices
And hooked beaks
Pitying watches on from the side
A worm
This story is only theirs to tell
But I watch
With an eager dread
Furious feathers and fairy tales
We steal and through capillary action
Transcribe your deeds
With ink wet as ebony eyes
A masculine presence
Always
Like death
Or the devil
I will wait in the nest
Aerie in the high winds
Waiting for whispers
And the beating of black wings
An orchestra
A prayer
Mad, bad and dangerous to know. Witchy Woman and Blasphemous Girl. Writer. RAGING feminist.
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