Upsidedown in a Tree
From our bedroom window we could see,
A distressed black bird hanging upside down in a tree.
Brother was adamant to rescue it, he would try.
Finally convinced him, too dangerous, too high, it died.
For quite some time after that we could see,
This dead crow hanging upside down in that tree.
Winter's grey gloom, bones remained but feathers were gone.
Was it some kind of omen? It just seemed so wrong.
Childhoods so chaotic, so many questions remain,
Weren't allowed to be children, just dogs tethered by chains.
Images, nothing's more important than appearances, on the outside all is fine.
But I survived the inside, little brother didn't, but neither of us were blind!http://youtu.be/bd2B6SjMh_w.
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