Best Acreage Poems
BirdsWith a vision one should be silly trying to match,
Eyes able to three hundred and sixty degrees search;
Scarcely neared and their wings would flutter,
Airborne as you try to a syllable utter;
To at large remain until hit by a smart catapult
Or by disappointing wings that midway...
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Categories:
acreage, animal, betrayal, farm, fate,
Form:
Rhyme