a passing flock
Original Poems

a passing flock

Beleaguered Servant

above my head
is what life seems to be;
the birds, the meaning —
all is over me —

a passing flock, a passing thought:
the same;
just fleeting pictures,
for which i’m

the frame

Published by Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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