Sing, sing, sing, my feathered friend.
Soon this life is coming to an end.
Your stature is light with so much beauty.
Your voice is heavy with ugly words.
Picture, if you will, a Columbian necktie,
or a small caliber bullet hole behind the ear.
Results of the song you sing.
I always knew you could carry a tune.
I wish you well in your travels my love.
I hope oneday you'll understand.
It's nothing personal,
just the way of the world.
You deceived me with lies,
connecting me to the crime.
From inside this cell,
I'll do your time.
Think not for one second,
you got away with murder.
It will haunt you,
'til your last drop is bled.
As I sit searching my soul,
what I do for you now,
is probably the best thing
I've ever done.
Fear not for that will change
in the events about to come.
Yes, your feathers will fly,
closing for good your eye.
Sleep well my darling as will I.
Author notes
Contest entry Prompt: Canary
In a list
A contest entry
- Become a Bird and Fly away by Cannonsfire.
1700 points, ended July 14, 2007, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Well I never expected dark for a canary lol but it works quite well thinking of this little yellow bird being the catalyst for a crime
A clever take on it. Love, C
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You are now a CANARY
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