Bird Ode

Notice
A bird

Never seems to need wind
Full sail
her gift

From gliding silken spread to
voguing clean angles and
whispering plume sweeps

Even those who fly on the ground
Move necks like fractal patterns

Around and around
Delicately deadly
To keep chick bellies from the cold of empty

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