the pull beneath
vibration pulsing
my feet
I feel it move
pulling
its way through
the dirt
Beak
Beak
Beak
worm
I pull,
slaking
pull
life-taking
life-giving
pull
My red eye
to the sky
feathers of clouds fly
pulled by
loft of wind
they look back
at me with their
grey
grey eyes
Sun lower, pulled
sooner down
Shoulders twitch I
ruffle
feel the pull
set my
nostrils
south
wings beat the air
pull
pull
pull
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