The Only Birds That Never Sleep
...title courtesy of Victor Hugo
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Silver'd whisps, diaphanous,
floating 'neath the ether,
flying high like prophecy or prayer.
Black forbidding masses
rumbling out their message,
jagged bolts of lightning rend the air.
Innocuous or deadly,
omens to discerning eyes,
it would behoove us all to heed the skies!
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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