Yellow Bird
Hello yellow bird. You sing so sweetly to me. It’s almost like you have emotion. It’s almost like you want to fly freely. But you don’t want to show off that plumage to the rest of the world. You don’t want the other birds to know your secrets. They are really to precious to put out.
Oh yellow bird, you keep me so much company.
But what I have to say next, might be a little scary.
Little yellow bird, do you see? It’s a war. It’s an ending. Everything has been taken from me with force. I didn’t believe in living. So I waited to be shot down. I waited to starve to my death. I let all other soldiers come into my house. I let them come and take all of my things. I let them come and leave at will. I was left with nothing.
I spent the days watching bomb raids and grenade shell cascades. I didn’t think anything else was living.
And then you came along. When the world was starting to fade. Colors started to desaturate. You became the highlight of the war times. We were all sure everything was dead.
You became a friend.
Oh little bird, I’m kind of in a predicament. As the war went on, so did everything I needed to survive. My friend, I am hungry. And unfortunately for you, I am predator, and you a prey. So delicate may be your feathers, but your flesh could be worth it. The temptations, too great to even ignore.
I am so hungry. Don’t come back, I beg. I wish to no longer assume liability. Just know that I will ravage you if you ever let me. Yellow bird fly.
I don’t want to destroy you, but I will to survive.
Oh yellow bird, you keep me so much company.
But what I have to say next, might be a little scary.
Little yellow bird, do you see? It’s a war. It’s an ending. Everything has been taken from me with force. I didn’t believe in living. So I waited to be shot down. I waited to starve to my death. I let all other soldiers come into my house. I let them come and take all of my things. I let them come and leave at will. I was left with nothing.
I spent the days watching bomb raids and grenade shell cascades. I didn’t think anything else was living.
And then you came along. When the world was starting to fade. Colors started to desaturate. You became the highlight of the war times. We were all sure everything was dead.
You became a friend.
Oh little bird, I’m kind of in a predicament. As the war went on, so did everything I needed to survive. My friend, I am hungry. And unfortunately for you, I am predator, and you a prey. So delicate may be your feathers, but your flesh could be worth it. The temptations, too great to even ignore.
I am so hungry. Don’t come back, I beg. I wish to no longer assume liability. Just know that I will ravage you if you ever let me. Yellow bird fly.
I don’t want to destroy you, but I will to survive.