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A rainy morning
A rainy morning
Sunrise barely pokes through
The birds are still chirping
But the sky seems more grey than blue.
My shoes were gleaming white,
Now spotted rainy grey dots,
A sorry but washable sight.
I wonder what the birds think of us?
Leaving food for their enjoyment
Then cutting down their home
With no embarrassment.
Do they think we are gods
Or the spawns of everything they are not?
They chirp on every tree
Hoping we grant their wishes
Yet they fail to realise they are free
While we are chained
To only looking at the stars
Yet feel invincible because
We can drive cars
© BellaSparkles
Sunrise barely pokes through
The birds are still chirping
But the sky seems more grey than blue.
My shoes were gleaming white,
Now spotted rainy grey dots,
A sorry but washable sight.
I wonder what the birds think of us?
Leaving food for their enjoyment
Then cutting down their home
With no embarrassment.
Do they think we are gods
Or the spawns of everything they are not?
They chirp on every tree
Hoping we grant their wishes
Yet they fail to realise they are free
While we are chained
To only looking at the stars
Yet feel invincible because
We can drive cars
© BellaSparkles
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