Robert Combs

Rookie - 2 Points (3/9/1952)

Bird

Poem by Robert Combs

what in the world
have I put myself into
this time
down on a dream
chasing life
through the trees
in the moonshine
lonesome and loose
neck in the noose
where in the world
can I go


I am a bird
who cannot find a reason
to fly on
searching around
for a soft patch
of ground
I can die on
scared to the bone
of living alone
what in the world
do I know

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 2, 2011