Hateful Birds

These eyeless creatures stare me down. They probably think they're so intimidating with their vast wing span and razor-edge beaks.

But what I realize is that I have eyes. I have the power to truly see. I am full of soul and full of all this unused charge for a spark. For a spark to start a fire.

I may not have a gun or a bow and arrow or a tazor. No, no what I have is so much more powerful.

I have light to flash to blink to blind at the hateful birds, who gawk and fly in fear. They're blind bodies will quiver when they feel the power in my light, eliminating those nocturnal monsters that try to haunt me.

And when they're gone I will fill the void of the silence left in the air and I will sing their songs.