Post by numberunknown on Dec 4, 2006 4:52:34 GMT
ok, i wasn't thinking when i wrote this... so its not that good..
Those Angry Eyes
My name is Alonna, and I am a hawk,
With wings I soar, and I do not walk,
But my feathers are bloody and my beak hurts so bad
I don't know what made this young stranger so mad,
I was sat on my branch, not bothering a soul,
And all of a sudden, my head had a hole,
The world looked so blurry, and was spinning so fast,
And his dark angry eyes are what I had seen last,
A gun in his hand that was pointed at me,
With a pull of a trigger, the bullet went free,
Everythings dark now but my mind is clear,
And I realize I'm sad and not filled with fear,
I must have done something to make him so mean,
Or else him so mad I would not have seen,
My name is Alonna, and my body now dies,
And the image in my mind are those angry eyes.
OK, there it is. My poem.
Those Angry Eyes
My name is Alonna, and I am a hawk,
With wings I soar, and I do not walk,
But my feathers are bloody and my beak hurts so bad
I don't know what made this young stranger so mad,
I was sat on my branch, not bothering a soul,
And all of a sudden, my head had a hole,
The world looked so blurry, and was spinning so fast,
And his dark angry eyes are what I had seen last,
A gun in his hand that was pointed at me,
With a pull of a trigger, the bullet went free,
Everythings dark now but my mind is clear,
And I realize I'm sad and not filled with fear,
I must have done something to make him so mean,
Or else him so mad I would not have seen,
My name is Alonna, and my body now dies,
And the image in my mind are those angry eyes.
OK, there it is. My poem.