Caren Krutsinger Poet Narrative

Bird of Prey At Work

I am a bird of prey at work
Consider myself head of the food chain
Keep it to myself of course

I fly off before my talons rip or tear
shredding my coworkers into rethinking
I am proud to be a no-kill predator

Here comes one of the baby birds now
She flits around, tweeting and trilling
I hold myself back

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L Milton Hankins January 18, 2022 at 12:51 PM Great metaphor, Caren. I have, in my time, encountered a few "baby birds" whose time had not yet come, but they were convinced they were the fountain of knowledge!~ Caren Krutsinger January 19, 2022 at 11:03 PM It is amazing to me how age 19 thinks they know everything, whereas age 91 knows they know practically nothing.

John Lawless January 18, 2022 at 5:47 AM I think you need a rattle Caren....you know....just give it a little shake to alert them to the imminent danger as they approach. Enjoyed this very humorous insight. Caren Krutsinger January 18, 2022 at 8:53 AM Thank you John. Fantastic idea for me!