Pinning chests like puffins to project <br /> fuzzy assertion, <br /> huddled, brave foragers <br />chase the crumbs along the <br /> stained ground, <br /> <br />flapping feathers of civility during <br /> auspicious climbs and <br /> daft plummets, swooping in <br />massive waves of perplexed flesh <br /> until frenzied, <br /> <br />shifting and undulating in rage like a <br /> storm of hungry nerves <br /> all darting with beaks coiled <br />in panicked alarm: no longer just a <br /> severe warning.<br /><br />John Weber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cacophony-3/
