Of Limbo
Saw a bird hang in air
dark, black
not large and, not small
not sitting, no flight
just hanging, but not hung
claws reached for the bar
wings open and flapped
what was aim?
could not say…
wanted land, or take off?
or was it end of life?
That is me with dreams
life's remain is too short.
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