the bird now spreads its wings
soaring high above the clouds
she's off to better things
above the fields of corn and bean
across meadows of waist high wheat
just a speck to the bare eye
on her feathers the sun shine streaks
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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