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Flying Lessons

I gasped when I stared at it
like a new toy I’d broken.

Prodding it with my slingshot
I pried red feathers open.

Bare-handed I’d clawed the dirt
‘til I’d dug a shallow hole,

then covered up the dark spot
with dead leaves and a large stone.

Thin blades push green from under
the stone, stretching for the light.

They flap, and flare, and flutter
as if trying to take flight.

An amalgamation of "lessons": I. My older brother actually did the killing.  II. We all felt guilty as hell, yet this S. is mostly fictional, as a bridge to... III. I still have the stone that my son and I used as a headstone for a dead bird that we buried, many, many years ago.  Revised from the original, this one is 7 syllable lines, with slant end rhymes, and not about a pet, obviously, but it just happened to come to mind.
Canine Lie Detector

It’s not the heat
it’s the stupidity
my madman serendipity
when I stumble
and dance to that beat. 

I keep it well hidden
and strangers tell me
I’m laid back
when I’m really a hack
of certified deformity.

Only my dog knows me
and his eyes don’t cheat.
Only he can speak clearly
and tell me sincerely
the truth of my duplicity.
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