Wings open at the crack of dawn,
He stands, ready at the edge.
The brick underneath of his talons is cold, reassuring.
He leans forward to the point of life or death.
He falls.
But only for a second.
He is caught by the soft arms of the wind.
It blows between the feathers, soft, gentle, strong.
Finally the simple bird feels it...
True Freedom.
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Big World Little Poems.
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