Untitled

[the facade]

There, perched on a branch
of a high reaching tree,
with his beak pointing to the sky
and feathers of flannel,
he awaits his unsuspecting prey.

As two lovers approach,
to rest in the sulking shade,
they know nothing
of the roving creature
that lurks above.

He chirps songs about the lovers,
who only do what lovers do;
and in his excitement, he sinks
his talons deep into the branches
that inscribe puzzling
markings upon the miserable wood.

But, I regretfully report,
that thin leaves
cannot veil his true feathers
and when these lovers
look up
to study the tree,
he grapples for air with all his might,
forgetting that he never
was granted the power of flight.
When he slams into the land where men trudge
it snaps his fragile and frail neck
and the scene leaves the picturesque.

In horror, the woman lets out a gasp.
"Dear me, now we owe it,
the reading of another dead poet".

[Twota]

hmm, i really love it ;o

[Jerrybaldy]

Sorry facade but I have a real issue with untitled as the very common title it is. A title aint that tricky.