I'm a bird
feathered wrong.
I won't fly long.
I won't fly long.
I sing
a slingshot song.
Soon, I'll be gone.
I won't fly long.
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
6 comments:
She sounds relieved herself as well as reassuring to others. I have heard arrows sing other songs, so thank you for this one.
slingshot songs are probably the wrong thing to be singing if you are a bird....nice use of repetition in this mz...
Haunting!
Translates to all creatures, human and animal. Nice!
I do agree with Helen, MZ, and haunting it is indeed!
It's not how long you fly, it's how high, birdy.
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