In The Occupied Territory

By FinHall

Who are you?

Who are you?
Sitting high on your lofty perch
Looking down on us mere mortals below.
Flirting about as if everything is alright in the world.
Waiting for a space on the feeder.
Who are you to have no cares and be so free?
Who indeed.

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