Birds In Flight Edited

As black as my birdlover poet's pen ink hue in hue A rook and a raven flew flew flew when the wind it breezily blew blew blew and blustery became the view view view An albatross then gracefully took to the air and for hours it seemed to linger there O' birds of flight your secrets tell and if you know which of us had end up in heaven or hell? For isn't all is well that ends well? Lets pray there ain't hell's murk but Eden's light at the end of the tunnel!