There’s something about these feathered fliers off on high-

hovering in the gales of yesterday

And

Tomorrow

Screeching in a sopranish seagull style

Everyone knows their story and

Their

Guile

falling from the universe he landed at my

feet

he was soft, strong and

warm

what a fright to give to

me

picking him up I knew

he was my

destiny

meeting death
meeting death

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