Flying above was a large murder They approached the curious birder He should’ve run when he saw the red sky If he disturbed the birds he will surely die All nine demon eyes glared down The man covered his ears because of their demonic sound The beaks were like large knives The talons looked ready to take a slice Luckily for the birder, this was just a painting That is what kept him from fainting Hardly escaping death he strolled to the next work of art He always made up these stories, that’s his favorite part.
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