| The Kicking Bird and a Cats Toy |
| The Kicking Bird and a Cats Toy It floats there hovering, Even without a wing, On its arrangement of strings, Never quite strong enough to sing, I kick and kick until it stings, From it's bloody beak a beckoning, For a merciful killing, Then I tell start my reasoning, "For bird I love how you sing, Even with your beckoning, This is my reasoning, I laugh and laugh, heckling, I kick and kick messing, Your little eyes dreading," I stop and start flicking, Then the cat does his bidding, He selects his meat and starts eating, I finish the bird with cutting, It's eyes always gleaming, Even after it's disemboweling, I eat it's heart seeing, That its still beating, Thumping and throbbing, leaking, Where its blood was dripping, For it's brain is dreaming, Of a world that was in it being. by Kyler St.Clair |
| I wrote this one too. Check it out with the power of the bunnyless kitten! Oh yeah. Take a look at this. |
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