The stars are shining
The sky is clear
The moon is blinding
While he sits right here
Glaring at the night
Crying under the bright
How you'd be horrified
To see such a sight
Saying it's all so messed
As he sits in that nest
High up in that tree
Deceiving himself to flee
YOU ARE READING
Chaotic Souls
Poetry"I am nobody. Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us - don't tell! They'd banish us, you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog!"...
