There’s pouncing and there’s prancing
in birthday suits I mean, of the lot
taking delight in spring.
Strut and stride egg-laying creatures
boasting youth and growth
only wicked wildlings understand.
It’s a celebration of things born anew.
New life in a new year for a living
full of fun and cheer!
Old bird too old to play complains
of injustice. Young chicks
fend for themselves
Whilst, a predator prepares a feast.
Band of skulls continues to play
music lights up the party.
Delight! Lament not the ills.
It’s the circle of life, and birth gifts
abundant as the year begins.
This poem is in response to the prompt, “Write Me A Birthday Dirge” at Magaly Guererro’s Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month Challenge.
Note: ‘Old bird’ refers not to the birthday girl. Don’t go running for botox now!