To A Sora Rail Poem by John B Sasser
To A Sora Rail
A Flight across the embittered ground,
blades that cut and distance
this ground takes to much for that small round
for every blade is jagged and keenly swinging
Should I watch only the sweep, the prized tickle would be gone.
If i watch only the stripes of this avian I could note its winging.
As to all that cross slowly the smallest warmth calls
Perhaps a line diagonal shall bring a beak right by.
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