Folly's Feathers
I pluck its feathers
mumbling……he hates me
he hates me not….
Shrieking he grabs
the feather
its ink turning red
rage
quivering across
a fearful truth….
We are together
scratching
endless words
on nothingness.
©1/8/2018
Plucking The Poisonous Parrot Poetry Contest
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Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2019
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