Little Birdy

Chirp, chirp, chirp! Said the boy in the hat,

I don’t know why but he said it like that.

With a snap of his fingers and a flick of his wrists,

his back contorted and made a vile hiss.

The popping of his back was pleasing,

his life pooled at his feet unceasing.

Crying, my eyes were crooked,

laughing as my jaw unhooked.

I tried to scream all in vain,

voice was drowned out by the rain.

Flowing skyward from his mouth,

heading up and then shot down south.

Just then, click, reset, undo.

He flapped his arms like a cockatoo.

Chirp, chirp, chirp!  The little boy said,

that’s when I realized I had lost my head.


By Nick Will