07-12-2015, 12:47 PM
Here's a new "spoken word" poem:
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I was loping along the edge of town
beneath the midday sun. I saw a bird
soft golden brown, disrupt a rodent's run.
Descending sharp with talons taut, it pounced
and clenched its prey. Then rising quickly, proud
but fraught, he shook his prize and flew away.
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I was loping along the edge of town
beneath the midday sun. I saw a bird
soft golden brown, disrupt a rodent's run.
Descending sharp with talons taut, it pounced
and clenched its prey. Then rising quickly, proud
but fraught, he shook his prize and flew away.

