The Bird Poem by Demon Eastoe

The Bird



The bird takes off
Water droplets fall from her wings
I imagine her flying many miles
Whatever the weather may bring
The sun shines on her feathers
Colouring them gold
Catches her eyes
That are not warm but cold
I imagine her heart beating
In rhythm with her wings
And then she's gone
Gone with the wind

Monday, January 28, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: weather,wings
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