Poetry Month: No Birds Singing

shot the oficerin the headheard screamingdrove offthe sunit's a good daya good daymy brothermonsteru shudnt come herehe ddint have weaponalmost turned aroundalmostherd another screamno birds singingkept walkingfasternormal peoplezombie goastsmessybloodyat pieceleave this placeFrom an originalby Squirrelking