Baby Bird made an irenic proposal
away from the nested; an adamant
recoil from the twig pile, a yearning
to soar--off the unlidded cage--,
(never again) to relent to Eyas.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
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Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry “Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!” THOMAS PARKE D’INVILLIERS.