blue and white plume bird
black collar sumac shrieker
layer of green eggs
Date submitted to Poetry Soup 13/5/2020
Thirteenth Of May 2020
I am horse
Ride saddle 'pon my back
O'er plains of outer space or
O'er wishing grounds
My spit shine for a baker's bet
Wood is shrieker
And father my horse
Lay amongst the wary
And tell the hunter
Who's skin you enter soundly
Tell to him thy name;
Thy name is horse!
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