THURSDAY: The Tea Party


Copyright is held by the author.

Eyes sharp and beady
We fluff our feathers
Settling in our chairs
To sip our tea.
I sit back
We cackle
At our past forgotten
Pecked to shreds at our feet.

An unexpected side attack
And I’m left bleeding.

We dip our beaks in unison
I see the tea is red and steaming
And realize what is served is me.

One comment

Post a comment

You may use the following HTML:
<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>