Birds of Diverse Feather

“At least he wasn’t rough” she thinks,
And drinks
To forget
Her regret.

In the evening drear,
He recollects a timid deer.
Swallow after swallow of beer
Fails to hide
The hollowness inside.

“Never again”
The girl says,
But when he calls
She falls
For he who pays often finds
That money binds together ,
Birds of diverse feather.

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