Then, when you hit
hit it harder than you hit
it swings
swings faster than its wings
when you see,
see further than there is
it no longer is
a killer of birds.
the terrifying sound it clicks
when you shut it stinks
when you walk it fits
right away from this tender wounds
up it will not heal
this is your deal
nothing will heal
unless you hit and run
pain is all behind you
sleep well you mouth-less pelican.
celine charcoal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-lullaby/
