The mother bird's cries echos through the night looking for the lost of her soul
her cries turns to anger with the side of grief for she found her missing piece to her soul but its soul made its way to blue skies above
The mother bird's cries leads the beast back to the scene of the crime and the mother bird speaks to the beast and she says in the most mourning voice anyone has ever heard
How could you, you took innocents away from life and had no mercy how could you do you have regrets for the not so distant past
the And as the sound of the trigger goes off the mother birds songs of cries dies and the beast of man returns to his home and in his hands he has the trophy that will represent the stuffed swans
About the Creator
Alex Deedy
15 year old transgender male
Been in foster care for almost 100 days
bullied all my life
but I can still love
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