Thursday
Sep012011
Found
Thursday, September 1, 2011 at 11:34AM
Bird I move around you,
You move around me.
Mind closed to the world,
Eyes open for me to see.
Small enough to be hidden,
Large enough to be crushed.
Fragile feathers flattened,
Yellow beak now mush.
Bird you move no longer,
I move you to the side.
No one stops to notice,
As the path is not so wide.
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