by Rob Dyer
there are no red tail hawks
nor soaring eagles in sight
only a lone spoon billed roseate
obtuse and odd, scorned by the others
those more lovely to stare at
what with that platypus bill
and pepto hue, no wonder
face planted in weeds and rooting
for bugs and such
but have you seen one on the wing?
soaring as God's gift would have it
oddly perfect in solitary flight
oddly perfect in my sight
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thank you Russell...a fine establishment you have here
ReplyDeleteOh my.. Oh my this is perfection in verse..
ReplyDeleteI always have a favorite, but this one moved the others out of the way..
your last stanza and closing line, well.. perfection....
thank you Lynne
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