Words that rode,
On a bird-shaped boat, they flowed..
Eventually they came to slow,
When a storm, from aftar had show..
With courage kept going,
Through risk kept rowing..
The storm came to rise,
A weak trigger pulled was their prize..
Words broke into letters,
Boat broke into feathers..
Courage was lost,
Letters left to frost..
Now the letters, drowing in my throat,
The feathers, above them they'd float..
When denser they got, they drowned too,
So now I'm stuck at sea, only trying to talk to you..
© OHT