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Birb (Free verse) by Aetius I held a dying bird today.
He started at me dazedly,
wondering why he yet stayed within his tiny feathers,
behind his narrow beak.
He wondered who was I that dared to handle him.
But,
most of all,
he wondered at the window.
Up the ladder:
for the slaves and the seekers
Down the ladder:
the end of the world, c'est soir
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Posted: April 23, 2020 2:46 PM PDT; Last modified: April 23, 2020 2:46 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.3178744 Overall Rank: 3512 Comments:
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nentwined @ 127.0.0.1
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23-Apr-20/3:00 PM
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Poignant. I think I've been that bird.
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