RED AND YELLOW

I live on the top floor with a view

High above in a quiet space

Alone with the whispering sounds

Pushing, pulling, and taunting

Sweet with tight dark skin

Round and soft to the touch,

 A real treat, the black bird

Devoured, and tosses away

Head over feet, free falling

Over the grated gate

Goodbye top floor with a view

Speak loudly whispering voice

So that I might hear you

Goodbye quiet space

I will make the sound

Goodbye world

 I hit the ground

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