My pretty feathers, / My beautiful song, / My delicate wings, / Are left to dwindle. / Your sharp claws, / Your bared teeth, / Your low snarl, / Are pacing beneath me. / You do not care / That I am
by Celtess
15 lines, 8 comments,
on Jun 14 2:50 PM 2007. In Hunted
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