The Blue Bird

I become a different voice

when hidden

behind the glow of the rectangle

A voice that reflects

that face

starring back

inverted

In the real I heard a story

I chirped a chirp

in that space

on purpose

to get him to attack

I let him think he was the bird

I was like the worm

The bait

Hapless

As I suspected the bird took the bait

he swooped down

his ill fate

My bait is the iceberg

he did not anticipate

I lured him in

made him crawl

back

into the dirt

I am the bird

I chirped

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