Sometimes wings help, sometimes they don't.

The bird in the grass,
didn't know the cat
was about to jump his azz.
Playfully he pecked around,
until he heard a growling sound.
He was a sparrow,
and his escape was narrow.

Playfully I joked around,
didn't hear the devil hound.
My escape was slim,
I barely evaded him.
I was a teenage boy,
never figured the devil
wanted me for a toy.

Too me it's no mystery,
how the devil almost
made me history.
But luckily God gave me
another chance,
as a grown man I make
a stronger stance.
 
But sometimes I still feel like
the bird in the grass,
with the devil slipping up
on my azz.
The devils not so slick,
now I know his trick.
No way am I succumbing,
because now I can
feel him coming.

Watchout nephews!

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