One bird down. One to go. One bird to fly. One to call home. One bird on the corner. One on the floor. One bird to surrender. One to break the fall.
They kill birds with our thoughts.
They always do;
They take our thoughts,
The seasons change,
Their Holy migration
To everlasting spring,
Down goes the first bird.
Anonymous: kill two birds and make a living.
Kill just one and be a killer forever.