Poetry is Nature
if not blind
and inexcusably busy mess
of modern
lead power
ripping bone and marrow
within range.
Bullets the basic
missiles the secondary
bio and eco game brutal.
Parrot shading sun
grass on feet the
ladybird in view.
Beer and a shadow
with chips;
potato chips I'm afraid;
in between
that single colourful parrot
and beauty.
The birds do this very often
just
fly
beyond the imagination.
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