House Tree Lower by Mattias Adolfsson
Soupilifications by J.R.Poulter
“Soup”, said the little bird up in the tree,
“It’s SOUP they want to make of me!”
O> O> O> O>
“Disgusting!” the parrot replied, but he lied.
He’d helped brew the stew of the others who’d died.
O> O> O> O>
The little bird looked at his trembly wee feet
And went , Tweeeeeeeeeeeeeet….”
O> O> O> O>
“Alas, ‘tis sad,” the parrot sighed,
“Come sit on the branch here, by my side.”
And the parrot preened, stretching his wings out wide.
O> O> O> O>
“You have big wings, I could curl up and hide…”
The wee birdy twittered. The parrot obliged.
That was the last that was heard of wee bird.
O> O> O> O>
So here’s a tip for you or whoever,
Birds of a feather should NOT stick together
If one of them’s on the menu ever!
This poem says stuff about victimization processes and the the lack of wariness of those so despairing they trust too much!!!
The bird full of trees has gradually diminished to one and now he gone too…all stewed! He should have flown the coup…
What say you?!
Brilliant!
Maybe a bit late
Love the poem and the illo is amazing
Happy New Year 2009
Hello!
It is interested very much.