The Feast of Fowl (Metaphor Challenge)

as the swans encircled the lake
and the geese filled the pool
feathers flew as fallen snow
upon the deadly fools
for all were there for reason
and none came to be bled
but as it goes in warring woes
all but a few had lost their heads
and now the waters stand empty
for the fowls had fouled the peace
and nothing lives and nothing gives
when nothing is left but the feast.

Poetry by Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-11-20 at 05:31

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I like this very much
intesting metaphor

night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
*applause*I like it, thought awakening! *well done*

I love this.

I love the flow and the way it sounds in my mind. The hints of rhyme at the very end bring this piece to a wonderful conclusion.

Great piece.