The flying squirrel of Icarus
Took to the sky, to find a kiss
The blue skies would better understand
Of what he was denied on land
The shark,
who was both White and Great
Took to the
beach, to find a mate
The ocean
depths had left him dry
This ocean
only hid his cries
The
mighty hawk, who soared towards light
Clipped
his wings and walked upright
He’d
given up on finding one
Who’d join his journey towards the sun
The mortal man, who had so much
He longed to share a lovers touch
And when this love could not be found
He rested, waiting . .
. . . . underground
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