© 2018  Black Rainbow Productions.

 created by  Duda Art

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I watch you,
head cock of the barnyard.
You strut, you posture,
you lord it over little things,
But leave no footprint.
I choose to live like the eagle, soaring on the wind,
And sleeping on the clouds
next to God.
And come to earth only once
as the burning meteorite does,
In flaming death, leaving one,
grand crater.