Murder Beneath a Singing Tree
Bejeweled flyers
chatting away merrily
singing harmony to a silent sentient God
Maybe they're trapped in indigo agony
shaking our toxins from their beaks.
What do they think of the awkward rock
beneath them...
Maybe they're conspiring
to murder me.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2025
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