Sometimes, I wish I could fly,
So high in the sky.
I would disappear,
Away from here.
To a little brown flier lying on a sill.
Who thought stained glass was sky.
Flying straight into Man's 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 head...
Faith is set ablaze when life pays alms to death.
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
leaving on a breeze
swirling red yellow brown page
embarks into blue
. Feast
Godlike
Clear nectar-
Birdie’s Brandy
Sipped
Hot!!
Trumpet
Scarlet sage-
A Hummingbird’s
Pepper
Fuels
Physics
Married pair-
Same ruby throats
Burned
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