Like the film the birds attacked! The Foureyed Poet.
He could see the birds in the distance
flying and landing
surprised at the number gathered
far more than usual
also an odd glowing cloud hovered
at first was not bothered!
Had come to the park near the sea
as he did every morning
but had never witnessed anything
so mesmerizing and bizarre
he was going towards it the sound
so loud his ears did pound!
Now in the cloud was able to see
dark shapes swooping
the pain as they attacked pecking
other forms approached
he began to run his arms flaying
here did not intend staying!
Exhausted his energy was drained
it was clear yet still
high above the birds made it dark
injured could only lay
through closing eyes the birds left
his body was bereft!
There was not a sign of any birds
the sky was pure
he was found on the beach below
the high crumbling cliff
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