An Ode
to all the birds passed
Graceful
is your path across scarlet skies,
Purveying
the confused meanderings
Of
human’s folly
Scuttling
about for nobody’s business.
Idle
watchers seldom look up
And
wonder at your majesty,
Until a
grace is fallen
Bound
again to earth’s slow embrace.
SARGE
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