Poem: Small Bird

First drafted on Typetrigger.

Small Bird

It squawked
Miles above me,
A flutter of wings,
A whooshing of air,

I was up for a moment
To see the air,
To smell the grass,
Before it snatched me up
And whisked me away,

I was torn,
Chewed up,

It was small
That bird,
But I was smaller.

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