Astronaught
If it's lonely at the top then I'm afraid of heights.
That's two birds with one stone which I've thrown with contrite.
For they weren't in a bush nor in hands, see they flew;
Early birds with worms, baiting stones through and through.
Don't want to be a bird of passage nor like the likes you,
But that's like living off the land while above a bird's eye view.
Copyright © Sean Wilson | Year Posted 2015
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