Birds - Poem by Natalie Marshall
I hate Birds,
and I have no words,
to describe the feeling
of all the birds creeping.
The beady eyes,
The way it flies,
are all the things I hate
Just thinking about it, makes me irate
Being chased by a chicken,
made me feel like kickin'
all the birds that are living,
into the unknown OBLIVIAN! ! !
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