Erich Beck

Rookie - 36 Points [Distantvoice]

The Fledgeling

I saw a fledgling fall to ground
And flap and cry in vain
Before the stillness glazed his eyes
And stole away his pain,
And stole away his breath and mine:
Strange gift, this life and breath,
To struggle for, and with, and yet
To always lose in death.
And stranger gift, not just to live,

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