Avem Frigidum

Streaking through the air
A comet, sparkling blue.
I wish I could be there;
I wish I could fly too.

It circles in the sky,
Circling, slowly down.
What has caught its eye?
What has it found?

With wings abright,
Talons sharp as a knife,
It is a beautiful sight.
It has a beautiful life

It breaks the sea,
Breaks it in two.
I wish I could see
This bird, mostly blue

Phil Barker

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