I Was It's Prey! Poem by .Pd. is here
I Was It's Prey!
Admiring the bird
Perched on the tree
I envied her
for she was free.
I am in awe
of her flights.
I adore her for
the pleasant sights.
Still admiring the bird
Her beauty I harboured.
Sudenly the same bird
Pooped right on me.
Neither did I complain
Nor did I fume;
Afterall it was her freedom
Her birth right I assume.
I looked up again at the bird
Perched on the tree.
With hateful eyes
No admiration, please.
Her freedom to poop
& to target anyone,
I so have grown to hate
Ever since I was the it's prey!
(Wriiten after the bird pooped on my new shirt which i was wearing to college....and boy was i mad.....)
(15 April,2006)
Good one preeti, i wish i could write such a lovely poem for incidents like yours. Well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 5:01:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
ALTHOUGH MOST TAKE ME AS AN ECCENTICAL DARKSIDE WRITER...TRUTH BE TOLD..I LOVE CANDORED WIT...I'M JUST NO GOOD AT IT...TOO MUCH LATE NIGHT POE& BRONTE INDULGING...THIS WAS A VERY ENJOYABLE PIECE & YOU YOUNG LADY ARE VERY GOOD AT IT! PERHAPS YOU COULD GIVE AN OLE' BLOKE SOME TIPS ON WRITTEN WIT! FRANK...TEN FOR PREETS& WIT!