Hate Will Never Pass the Test - Part 2 of 2

I stopped beneath a big oak tree and tried to catch my breath My body it was shaking still, he scared me half to death I pulled my notebook to my lap, my hand it held the pen And started writing poetry, my love for her again When then I looked above my place, the branches filled with birds They watched as I was writing this, they chirped at every word “Don’t let that old crow bother you” I heard their voices say “He wants to be the only one, that’s why he acts this way” “Just keep on writing poetry, your verses are the best Be yourself, you’re doing fine, to that we can attest” “There’ll always be someone like him that tries to pull you down But worry not, just wear a smile in place of that old frown” So that I did, I wrote and wrote and didn’t have a care So I could always send my love to you I long to share I penned for you a poem of affections written deep Hoping that close to your heart my words you’d always keep When then again I heard that voice, my day then turned to night “I see you’re writing poetry, I knew that I was right” “I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do, we’ll put it to a test You write yours and I’ll write mine, we’ll see who is the best” I closed my eyes and thought of us, my mind held such a view I wrote some lines of perfect prose to say that I love you He scratched and clawed upon his pad and with an evil grin He tossed the page down on the ground and said, “Let’s go, begin” I read the words that he did write and if I must confess I didn’t understand a thing, his poem was a mess Several lines of gibberish, hate in every breath Calling names of everyone, he even threatened death And then he read my offering, a look came on his face His feathers black had turned to ash, his head hung in disgrace For love shall win out every time in ink of gentle flow “Go spew your hatred someplace else, it’s time for you to go” I watched him as he flew away, a sulking fading bird On silent wings he disappeared, he uttered not a word I often walk along that path but now I wear a smile For I’m still writing poetry in my romantic style Though I will not forget that day as these words come to mind “Hate will never pass the test, it’s better to be kind” Thank you for reading my poem.