Dark brown, with battered weather-beaten feathers,
he loves to perch on the railing at the building top
from his high seat surveying the world beneath him.
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Nice poem. Old age has been aptly compared with a worn out kite. Thanks for sharing the poem.
Not a bad start for your first poem. Thanks for sharing. I'll give you 10 points.
Thanks, Spock, for reading and giving high points. Much encouraged.
A sublime start with a nice poem, Malsawmi. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.