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Category : Poems

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Morning Comes.

A Canary

Wide Eyes Open,

Face the Horizon. 

Sitting On 

One Silver,

Low Hanging 

Wind Mill Swing.

Perched While 

Resting Wings,

There Calmly 


Dawn Will not Be 

Much Longer.

Then the 

Grand Rising!


Running For Cover!

Under Down Pours of 

Knight’s Ocean 

Metallic Cold.

Whoever Drowned 

Either Fell Behind,

Or At Sea After

Falling Over Board.

Still the Ship Sails 

East in to The 41st Day,

Following The 40th Night

Of Being Tossed To and Fro. 

As the Canary 

Zeniths and Flies Off,

With A Sign for The 

Remaining Souls.



A Wide Eyed 

Canary Flys Off,

The Wind Mill Swing

With a Green 

Leaf Between the 

Beak For 

Those On Board.

A Message from 

The Phoenix.


Praise the Lord!


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