Instead of the moon
there’s a big red sky
Where there was mystery
There is nothing to hide
Who brought me to town,
was it you?
I’m forever asking
the sky for the
truth
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MAMA BIRD 
Reblogged this on Logistika.
i ask the same questions 🙂
Thank you for reading 🙂
I sure do like the rythym and meter of this little piece. It rolls out of the mouth like a beach ball.
Thank you, David. A lot.
Love the fluidity of the poem.
Thank you so much!!