i sit by and observe,
like a raven eyeing for it’s prey
something to quench that thirst,
a couple of ribs to play
i see a couple lovebirds, building their haven with memories they share
scrapes of wood, carrying their bittersweet past, something to care
planted at a further branch, is an owl
nocturnal by its virtue, hoots without a growl,
if it were a man, i’d expect it to smoke at different sights
reminiscing all about the good nights
a nightingale echoes as the night grows
its humming reverbs across the grove
a tune inherited
by caramel shaded descents
i sit by and watch the canary
bits of past, some haunting, some enjoyable
everyone holding them dearly
like not thinking about it is inevitable
as my beak basks in the dawn,
i stretch my wings, a new day is born
my claws drenched in red, as my prey is slain
never will this run through my head again
retromancy is tough to unravel
when you’d rather sleep at night
future is where i’d travel
uncertainty is such a sight
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