An Angry Bird With Angry Wings Poem by Katy Lue

An Angry Bird With Angry Wings



An angry bird with angry wings,
fluttering inside my stomach,
pecking at me,
every hour and minute,
and though tired refuses to quit it,
I fall to the ground,
a dreadful sore on its way
just on the inside of my ribs,
where the bird had pecked,
and since has left,
a scar to remember the pain.

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