22/09/2022
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EXPERIENCE
“Blessed Friday!" they cried.
The hunter's gun fires with the rising of the sun.
The animals seek safety in the whoosh the wind makes after them.
The forced vibrations of tree branches,
the flicks of green leaves
"What a day it is!"
The dark clouds raid the sky,
the corruption of the blue sky.
The drizzle of rain,
a mother bird flying east.
The wind is whooshing fiercely against her. The mother bird is static, but her wings are flapping.
"A hell of a day!"
Father Bird warms us up at the house in the woods.
The the heavy wind blows,
The front door was forced shut.
The skips of our hearts. The father bird is worried.
"Such a wonderful day!"
His girl will hopefully return soon.
The mother bird cries out loud,
flapping her wings even harder.
Father bird sings with joy,
"Flying to her would be great."
"It really is a cursed day." I whimper.
Mother birds yell at us not to come out.
The weather makes flying difficult.
Such hard flaps make her wings hurt,
the father bird cries.
The hunter’s gun shoots again.
The birds shut their doors.
"It is a blessed day indeed!" I smiled.
The mother bird is still out.
The hunter spots her.
He lights his footsteps as he walks.
His gun bows into the air.
The hunter's legs embrace his own traps.
He screams while his gun shoots.
When mother bird is out of his sight,
father bird shuts the door when she dives in.
"Phew! It’s a blessed Friday. "
The mother bird pecks us all.
The father bird steals more pecks.
He massages her wings and dries her up with our eyes forced closed.
Mother bird serves us hot worm sauce.
Father Bird takes her to their room after that.
"Enjoy your meals, my dear siblings.
A new member of our family will arrive soon. Sister Bird said.
