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Bird of Prey
As I sat on the bed
my cage fallen
comforts that did keep me, inactive.
As I sat on the bed,
making the wings of departure,
swaying in my own reflective thought,
before raising up, taking to flight,
if only for a brief outburst of solitary freedom.
Published 8th Nov 2014
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