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About This Poem
The Bird and The Moon
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In the middle of
a dream was I, when
suddenly a sound
which I thought profound,
woke me up at night..
Squinting my eyes,
got up to sight
bluejay shrill, on
my window sill;
air wrapped in
a fine mist,
it sparkled
like pearls
on moon
beams..
moon
dust shone
through the
window as
glistening
long white trail..
Down swooped the bird,
looping cold rays.
I fell under
magical spell;
fumbled for my limbs,
wibbly wobbly things;
held fast on the bed,
I was covered in
fine silver cobwebs ...
~
For Catie Lindsey's "Diminished and Advancing Hexaverse Contest"
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