LITTLE BIRD
OF PREY
BY AFIQAH AZHAR
Little bird of prey,
Flying high in her pastel paper plane, Are you
searching through the woods? Or soft cotton
clouds in mere wonder? Come, hither! Come,
hither! The moon is singing to his sons and
daughters, On a broken piano of one thousand
years' lullaby, Let us soar through the
fluorescent sky of starlight, Where blue
flamingos and pink ocean vomits love,
Together in this earthly paradise of Adam and
Eve.
Little bird of prey,
Did you see the shooting star last night? A
golden dust rocketed through our cosmic
space, Marking its presence on our humble
doorstep, What a memorable sight! Trees,
rivers, ghosts and wild creatures all hailed,
This mysterious entity whose seducing my
sister on cold blood, Who feeds her poisonous
fruits and candy canes of dusts, Look! There
she dances through the silver moonlight, Up,
up, up into the night; consuming the black
stars.
Little bird of prey,
You've blossomed into an immortal pale
swan, Gliding your tiny feet in the magical
lake of the forest, With a stone crown on your
head to kill the men, And protect your chastity
from the merciless hunters, What once was an
innocent youth turns upon darkness, Biting
and gnawing on the unicorn's metal juice,
Their rust and salt are your midnight's
precious meal, Satiated, you conceived on the
venomous wine and cake, While they devour
hungrily at the stone of your feet.
Father Sagittarius now cries upon his
phantom children, His operatic lyre soothes
the spirit of the victimized sopranos, Thus, she
floats on the unseen pathway for eternal
elation, To revive her timeless demise unto the
little bird of prey.
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