My ninth poem... I hope you like this one; it's a riddle! Don't forget, I'll accept any requests (:
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You can always hear my call
at any time of day
Except for when there was a storm
and I have run away
Do not contaminate my home
or I'll never come back
My claw is lethal, but my self is humble
Come closer and I'll flee from attack
I spread my arms and fling myself
off the nearest edge,
To feel the sky lift me up
o'er the towering hedge
Freedom is a calling word,
you try to take it from me with an arrow
But my species always prevailed in the skies
Has it occured to you that I might be a sparrow?
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Yeah, I decided to let the answer be revealed in the last stanza.... I'm a buzz kill :)
