Night draws closer with end day
Where they take over in hunt of prey
Night birds-exhausted they fly not
Parroting, they cry not
Smile a lot, squeaking,
Chattering, glittering
When the lights are more than dim-dark
When we the dogs that bark
Behind bars, try our luck
Not with our catapults loose
Misled is our target we miss,
In agony, them gliding, we can’t resist
Starring, like queens, but we as kings
Of unmeasured wit, defiant
Amused not of their deviance
To wander while others pray, misled
Skinny, blindfolded and lost
For hunger not to satisfy
Rotten flesh, disabled to gratify
Integrity-sweltering, for night birds of prey?
We long for fleshy birds of day.
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