I'm going to tell you a story
About a little girl
She lived in a little house
Created a little world
She planted flowers in her garden
She sang songs of love
Her little hands would pet the animals
That visited her little cove
One day, a bad man came
His hands were rough and coarse
His blackened eyes sought evil
His heart felt no remorse
The little girl played unaware
Of this bad man's intentions
Her little voice did not cry out
When he approached her little den
"My, my, what lovely flowers!"
His voice hissed out the words
The little girl smiled merrily
"I planted them for the birds!"
"The birds seem to like them," she said
"They enjoy the scenic view
Would you like to help me
Plant one or two?"
The man grabbed the little girl's hand
And led her into the night
"Oh, I've got a better idea..."
And the girl was filled with fright
"No..." she pleaded, as things turned dark
But the bad man did not comply
The little girl was certain
That she would surely die
Suddenly, a sound filled the air
"Chirping? Flapping? Are those... birds?"
The man turned around and was greeted
With a sight that was most absurd
Dozens of birds, hundreds of birds
Heading right for his head!
The little girl smiled to herself
Knowing what this meant
The birds pecked at the man's eyes
They ripped the skin off his hands
The little girl broke free
Leaving the birds to their plan
The little girl ran to safety
And hid in her garden until daylight
When the birds returned that morning
They brought a comforting sight
The head of the man! Oh, thank goodness!
The birds chirped and sang
They buried his body in her little gardenAnd more flowers bloomed that spring
Poetry by Samantha Fritsky
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Written on 2009-05-01 at 00:21
Tags Death  Birds  Evil
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