Birdview, 2

Stephen XT
Jan 18, 2023

Sun on wings, flutter, flee,
Off away behind the shading shed,
You may return, yet, having fled,
Why not stay away awhile gone,
I’ve no worry, no great need to smile again,
At our chance meeting today, perhaps tomorrow a want
To encounter your flying, fleeting jaunt,
As midmorning hushes the grassland growth.

© SXT 2023

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Stephen XT

I write stuff when something begs to me to write. The goal is to write ten-thousand things before I die. I tend to be morbid, reflective and personal.