Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

A chorus line July 1, 2013

Two horses, white and bay

stand companionably

munching their lunches.

Atop the bay,

upon each vertebrae,

perches a bitty bird,

observing the world:

A small flock aligned

along an equine

telephone line.

The white mare,  back bare,

munches, and muses

on popularity’s

winners and losers.

.

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Coming home from work the other day, I looked into a field and was amused to see this sight.  I wish I’d had my camera with me, but since I didn’t, here’s a picture made from words for you. 😉

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Running from the train May 16, 2010

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:23 am
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Running from the train, angel
Wings flapping furiously
As it eats up the track behind you
Fly angel fly

There’s a clattering, rattling
Horror roaring after you
Angel racing against a speeding destiny
Just get off the easy path you’re treading
Leap to freedom
Or another kind of freedom will mow you down

Run from the train, angel.
Fly like Pegasus above danger.
Be.
Live to race the passing engines
from the safety of sidings and pastures.

Fly angel, fly

© S L Bird
2009-10-08
for Kim

 

 
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