A White Crane Poem by Comfort Zone

A White Crane



A blood-soaked white crane,
Soars up -
To the gold dust sprinkled firmament,
Sweeping across the blue lagoon -
Fringed with tall green grasses
Camouflaging a limed trap,
Squeaking,
For a last look at its nest.
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