A stolen worm

Grape
Sep 8, 2022

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Photo by Europeana on Unsplash

The little bird spoke in broken sentences

It didn’t quite understand the usage of emotions and taste

of a foreign fruit inside her mouth

replaced by a lovely hand, molten and raw

the little one didn’t seem so anxious

after all, this wasn’t the end

the fruit tasted better than what she anticipated

but she ached for the rustic worms

her mother used to feed

It wasn’t any good but it felt like home

a shelter to borrow before it was gone

her enemies envied the dirty the treats

they were laden with fruits but what could they preach

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