Reward
The leap-then:
Soaring upwards
The inverse of falling
A solid sky approaches
My doom
Except for my landing talons
That firmly grip
My master’s arm
A secure landing strip
Warm and reassuring
The meat tastes good
©dbyrne march 17th ‘15
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