3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #283 by FisherKingKQJ



As my young couple began to embrace-
I told my hanging mirror zebra finch,
Those two will clamber up the staircase
As true love can be such a foregone cinch.
Today I peck an ayatollah inch by inch
On the newspaper floor of my gilded cage,
I always peck my poppy seeds in a pinch
From the millet seeds on the front page.
In their relationship they'd reached a stage
Of all consuming hug and kiss and squeeze-
He uttered to her what girls think a rage,
Those three magic words: Say pretty please.
My friend, inside the hood my words are caw-
But it's you who's got cuttlebone lock jaw.


My friend, inside the hood my words are caw.
My friend, inside the hood my words are twitter.
My friend, inside the hood my words are peep.