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Ornithology

Jun 7
1 min read

Vain as an owl, wry as crane,

Wise as a goose, the eagle flies

Miles overhead, and weakly smiles.

Proud in its feathers, crying aloud

Hollow inside, with no compass to follow

Ruling in circles, hunting and fooling,

Bird-brained and loud; a fool, in a word,

Squandering freedom on noisy wandering,

Winked, as its innards went slowly extinct.

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