Category : Poems

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1 
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 
Awaiting.


Dawn Will not Be 
Much Longer.
Then the 
Grand Rising!


2
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.


3
Morning!
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.
Asalamalakim!
Praise the Lord!