My being 2

February 24, 2012
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My Being

I am flying swiftly
through the air, wind
hitting hard at my face.

There is a nice cool,
spine chilling breeze that
allows the fish to come
to the top of the lake.

After I wait for just the right moment
I swoop down to get it.
I might not always catch it,
but I will try.
Sometimes it’s the right one.
Sometimes it’s not.
That’s how I get my food or poetry

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