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Poetry By: moonphish

look up in the sky...its a bird, its a plane...its.....

Submitted:Sep 23, 2012    Reads: 16    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   

we have observatories

full of stories in our minds
and creatures with their features
most ingeniously designed
we wonder sitting under
and we weave creative tales
wild stories of the glories
of their fur and plumes and scales
we've all discerned the shapes that drape
and sang these songs aloud
we've often sighed and scanned the skies
describing tribes that crowd
but who devised the winding
of that astral carnival
then mapped them out, precise, devout
when some saw none at all
they trapped the interactions
till the sky became alive
crescendo bends and when it ends
another to arrive
some hemispheres most clearly
had a different history
with other souls who act the roles
involved in mystery
a pity that my city
has strong lights that dim the stars
the vivid zoo escapes my view
i can't see through the bars


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