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My Found Poem

April 21, 2021
By Anonymous

A swift flyer,

Soaring in the sky.


A beautifully diverse and social species, 

That calls with it’s fearsome cry.


Sings striking songs,

And lives in the depth of paradise.


High on its perch,

With it’s reflective eyes,

Glides down, 

Predator meeting prey.


Flocks in the sky,

Moving high from it’s mantle,

Never grounded,

And never unsure.



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