OFFICIAL SINACOG OPEN MIC THREAD

[Sinacog]

Once there was a bird flying the sky; he was flying in the sky
His height was his might; he banished plight with a pecker as a phoenix
He is a phoenix; a rare bird; flying to the sources of light
Toward the ocean of white; searching for a fish to feast on tonight
One day; he couldn't find a fish; the bird got as worried as the fish
The bird wanted the fish as a dish; and flew towards the horizon of the ocean
He followed the horizon of the ocean; he searched for fish
He flew toward the mouth of the fish; he could not find a fish
He dived and dove toward the ocean; to find a fish
He couldn't catch a fish; as no fish swam toward the surface
The flying bird was starving; he could not find a fish to eat
The bird was starving to death; he fell toward the ocean blue
He was drowning..he was drowing..he was drowing..
When the tides changed on his faith..and he turned into a fish..

and no longer starved..