A Black Feather
I found a black feather in the sand
It was a crow's feather...
So I smelled it, and it had a smell
Like the wind.
So I tasted it, and it tasted like
A feather on my tongue.
It gave me a bit of a tickle
Like it was still alive
So I put it in my hat
As I walked along the shore
Looking for a crow
With a missing feather.....
And so I noticed
The soul eaters have come
And they are hungry for you
You a very delectable treat
As they pull the blinders
Over your eyes and heart
They will have a nice meal
A little later as you remain fresh
And stew in your cranial cave
Unaware that you are cooking
In a boiling pot of life
Like a frog not sensing
It's getting very hot
Thoughts as food
With life as a simple spice
To wash us all down
The drain.
More food for thought.
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