Poetry Month: No Birds Singing

shot the oficer
in the head
heard screaming
drove off
the sun

it's a good day

a good day

my brother
monster
u shudnt come here
he ddint have weapon

almost turned around

almost

herd another scream
no birds singing

kept walking
faster

normal people
zombie goasts
messy
bloody
at piece

leave this place



From an original
by Squirrelking