call of the goose, bereft,
his mate
somewhere over
the moon and gone
o lord, she can't get no higher
then its stumble flight
nip, nipping at shadows
plotting revenge
on the wind
and the flirtatious pull,
of the stars
spellbound it is-
- thunderstruck
down-in-the-mouth
this bird,
one toke over the line
wings akimbo
did you mean to shoot straight
take a drag
collect your prize
it leaned into the bullet
didn't it ?
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