Quiet Cloud

That quiet cloud
became a bird.

Yeah it did,
busted out
of its shell
all spread
eagle as hell.

I haven't forgotten.

Stormy 
weather 
purpled 
its feathers.

Yeah, and then, remember when 
it was wounded by the wind, 
all tattered and thinned, 
remember how 
saddened 
we’d 
been
?

The End

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