The Tin Whistle Menagerie

Accusatory owls
You say “who? Who? Who?”
Are your feathers so clean?
Maybe it was YOU!!

When did the clock ticking outside my window decide to cease defending my ears from sounds of cruelty bleeding from the cellar where the animals envelope each other ’til their king reappears?

Oh I don’t understand the sight of violence in nightgowns when the soldiers only do as they’re told.

So why am I awake?

A familiar mistake.

I guess I’ll just lay here and explode.