The great dark bird.

The great dark wings
stretched out,
hardly moving,
seemed to take up
most of the sky,
as the great bird
landed in the gnarled
old tree growing in
our backyard,
it let out some high pitched
whistles as it perched
talons curled round
the branch, holding on,
as it eyed
the surrounding area,
so dark against
the new green growth of spring,
the smaller birds,
carried on singing joyously,
hopping from branch to branch,
then with one last
high pitched screeched the great bird
took off again,
floating effortlessly
on its great wings,
and we felt enriched
that we should have a
visit from this great bird
during these troubled times.

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