suicidal robin

robin,

oh robin,

do you hear the window scream

each time your sunshine-tipped beak

tries to kill its silvery panes?

robin,

oh robin,

do you see the tiny cracks spiderwebbing, 

rippling across the glass, fleeing the awful punctures

where your angry confusion was directed?

robin,

oh robin,

do you watch the destruction

with a pleased eye, thinking that your enemy is that much closer

to its demise?

robin,

oh robin,

do you really think 

that your reflection

is the problem?

OverTheRainbow

VT

11 years old

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