Danger
By Draconic Spirit

“Danger!” the cry came from afar
Time was pressing down hard
Wanting to rush forward to help
But caution was needed for this
What danger would lie ahead
Would torment be your reward
Or a quick, painless death?
Slowly you approach the danger
Holding fast to your only weapon
Keeping your shield at guard

“Danger!” it came once more
The sound came from the trees
Slowly you approach them
Step by step you draw closer
You brace yourself for action
A fluttering of feathers beat the air

Once more you hear “Danger!”
You follow the source to a tree
Sitting there you spy the source
Scarlet feathers, wickedly hooked beak

It opens its mouth and squawks “Danger!”

You turn around to leave
The pesky bird still squawking
“Danger, Stupid, Danger!” you hear
Just before your demise.