Not Me Poem by robert dickerson
Not Me
</>You never know
the chick you feed
with tender hopes
and constancy;
that tender tat
of yellow fluff
may change and grow
and come to show
a talon rough
a pinion bold
and prove for your
solicitude
a bloody paracide.
Monday, October 31, 2011
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