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I'm
watching Buzzards
through the bedroom window
they soar in and out
of the picture
swooping and turning
so gracefully
enjoying the sunny day
the wind in their faces
peering down
with cold black eyes
a hint of a smile
on their faces
they must consider us
lowly creatures
so anchored to lives
on the ground
they get to play everyday
in the sky
if only WE
could fly.
© d.knape
February
10, 2015
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