by Mary E. Lowd
March 11, 2021
Round as the world
Blue as the sea
Its wings are furled
And it’s staring at me
Bright orange eye
And a serious beak
Travel through time
Only to seek
A forgotten species
Thought extinct
Now right here
Round as a sphere
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From the book: Some Words Burn Brightly: An Illuminated Collection of Poetry
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