Collector of Wings…

There afar in hills

lived a shepherd

a weird penchant

he had lurking

behind the endearing exterior

Ran a lot murking

his thoughts far from superior

He liked to trick birds

and did so with ease

But killing was not his goal

No he did worse

His was a curse

He got close

and indisposed

cut their wings

the rest he flings

in murk and dust

Ruining countless springs

He struts thinking he did good

He captured a beauty that could perish

How! He would see the paradox of what he relish


One thought on “Collector of Wings…

  1. Aquileana says:

    Beautiful!~ I truly liked it~ Thanks for sharing and best regards, Aquileana 😀

    Liked by 1 person

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