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he hadn't been thinking of death
when he flew in he'd been curious hungry snooping around he hadn't planned on being trapped this greenish multiple-eyed flying machine I discovered him here both wings bent backwards one of them crimped one of his legs crumpled now lifeless and crushed behind the double-paned window how many times had he tried to break through and then finally been broken? fly you thought you were out, and made for some grand adventures yet here you are shattered from the effort to return from whence you came I'd like to say to you today how I was listening to a radio a program on compassion is it true when we listen with our hearts to creatures who are no less than us we understand they too have an intelligence? are we the ones lacking in sense for we have mostly only sense of ourselves I feel odd slightly unsettling a twinge of recognition here is a glance into my own frailty when I look at this fly a husk of what he was before sorry if I bore you my audience but I cannot help but observe his tenacity and realize he shares the same damn stupid lust for life as me this has made him into something more don't you see? ***************************************************** WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE as the thoughts came. 2:33PM PST MAY 7TH 2018 DATE/TIME STAMPED AND COPYRIGHTED LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM/WORK AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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