Dear mourning bird
what do you mourn for,
my bleak future or
the present so absurd?

Are you even mourning though
or is it just a pretence hidden below?
To have friends around to and fro,
To have too many disciples in tow.

Dear mourning bird
what do you mourn for,
your bleak future or
the present so absurd?

~28/11/24 EH ©

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Word count - 59
Lines - 4

This has been in my drafts since 2 months now.
I am still not quite fond of it. Posting because I am feeling impulsive.

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