Best Flier Poems

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To a little brown flier lying on a sill.
Who thought stained glass was sky.
Flying straight into Mans' cold mirage.

Body still warm in my palm.
The final diamonds are leaving its eye.
Slowly climbing into mine.

Beak filled with bits of future's nest...
Little brown flier, yellow ribbon crowns the...

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Tail-flag high
white
hell, no, not surrender
a baton
to follow 
as its fuzzy owner
dodges
hops
bounces
over boulders
ducks
under pricklies
hippity 
skippity
through grass
turn-look 
make sure
the follower is close
but behind - yup,
ok, then
onward!
prancing
straining
tugging 
on the string 
that holds
him back...

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Sometimes, I wish I could fly,
So high in the sky.
I would disappear,
Away from here....

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