So many tongues extend from lips

like lizards eating flies,

with eyes that swivel backwards, yet

they never see she cries.

A crowing crowd of carnivores

intent on tasting meat,

their talon words invade her skin

till she admits defeat.

Those ivory-towered ostriches

with noses in the air,

a pride of cats - or vampire bats?

they drive her to despair.

A tidal wave of taunts and tricks

engulfing one so small,

alone against this spiteful force

she's crashed against the wall.

A darkened room on lonely street

where sunlight never shone,

the morning light may one day come

but sadly, she'll be gone.

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