Poem for the Month of December, 2001

"Feast of the Dead Bird"
by Jim

Oh Noble Bird,
Never trust a smiling omnivore.
One day they will eat bread beside you.
And the next they will eat you beside their bread.
Consider the case of a steer well fed
On the green grass of spring
to which he freely dines.
With ranchers as his angels,
no carnivores do touch him.
Indeed, he roams freely without concern.
In blissful ignorance
of the fate that lies ahead.
At this time of thanks,
your fate is sealed,
The Feast of the Dead Bird
will be your undoing.

Poem "Feast of the Dead Bird"
© 2001 by Jim
reprinted with permission of the author.

 

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