A Black Bird

Written for:  Carpe Diem #962 bird feathers



Black bird flies by
in movement of flapping wings
a scarlet chest



About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to A Black Bird

  1. Agree with Buddha. Truly. Giving everyone a heads up. Check this when you get the chance:


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