Bread For A Beak Poem by Elysabeth Faslund

Bread For A Beak



Your feathers weren't enslaved by us.
Your babies were still fed by you.
Clouds clumped on the horizon,
White...not dark.

Friday, August 5, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds,dark
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