The Bird
A
lone
bird
high
on sky
flies in
glee on the speckled spread of
blue through the shiny fringes of the
glinted clouds of deepening dusk toward
twilight horizon making the radiant
rainbow in rain soaked firmament
ushering the night to fall slowly
opening starry sky
bird returns
to the
nest to
the warm
embrace of
mate waiting
dreams on wings
December 19, 2018
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