A High Flying Bird
a bird of the north
a bird of the west
wings soar above plains
the shadow cast
by the light she seeks
falls even this far
she of another generation
she of another country
she of another mate
we share a continent
briefly sometimes share
a take on beauty, but I…
…I eat alone
I sleep with a cat
I fly in my dreams
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Photo: Pd Lietz
