I flew and fluttered from the gutter, littered in the hope of bearing some more flutters, rose up and made my way through the transom, with a flutter, for there lay, a brood in the arms of Morpheus. A dim red glint lay at the end, which marked the debacle of a legion.
Not the one in the middle, the corpus is not visible.
This one seems tender, his tegument showing elegance. I made my move with a piercing note, he smashed and thrashed, but I parried all, but one, that made me fall in the palpable obscure. The flutters dying out, I lay with the gore spread out, hoping that I perish before I become a sticky delight.
Can you guess who am I?
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2 comments:
it is a mosquito!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Prashant
its a bird(pigeon)
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