The Dead Game by Susanne Leist
Sunday, June 26, 2016
THE KING
I sing my song on top of the branch.
I flitter and flutter to my heart’s content.
My feathers ruffle in the slight breeze.
I am king of the day.
All bow to me.
Until I fly away again.
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