no silvery tales of joy
… so blue so blue
vivid birds wear garish plumes
but that’s not the lark
trumpet-eared bat
webbed wings without feathers
do you hear?
the lark glides into sunshine,
complicated dance
the lark grieves – greeting hard death –
brown song of mourning
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beautiful piece of poetry
Hello Wandering Boo
Thank you so much. :-)
– Ann Healey