Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-33904527-20190624205022/@comment-7673575-20190626201430

Oh, little birdie Up there in the tree, Do I see you? Is it you who sees me?

If I was to leap from my window-sill, Dive through leaf and twig, breath held, Just to clutch you in my palm, To hear your soft feathers flutter...

Would I feel you? Would you even feel me?

If you flew to my shoulder, Your wings spread wide with majesty, A crimson vessel, darting from your perch, To seek my unworthy touch...

Would I find you? Would you find me?

What if I seized you, Squeezed you in my fist, Just to feel you tremble. Just to feel you quake...

Would I harm you? And would you harm me?

What if you attacked me, Claws out, just to combat me, Focused, tense, and ready. Like an apex predator...

Would I hurt you? Would you hurt me?

But it isn't that simple. No, it isn't that true... I stare at my birdie, It's just me and you.

It lays in my hand, As dead as the night. There are no other birdies, Not a single in sight.

It falls to the pan, Heat boils its skin. I shed a tear for my birdie, Now lost deep within.

The meal is ready. The meat is so warm. But I think of my birdie, Whose corpse I now mourn.

Oh little birdie, Who lived in the tree, Did I kill you? Was it you who killed me?

In future, I warmly recommend you use source mode and some simple templates. It should make your writing that much neater.