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Day 290 – Rare Birds

Rare birds are hidden,
hidden in the middle,
hiding in ordinary light,
sparkling muffled under quiet drab,
the wild ones covered to the neck.

Gems lay underneath her tongue
who keeps it fastened tight,

though hunters could not prove
she, plain, has little worth
and she won’t provide the evidence
to the contrary.

No one should ever hear
that kind of laughter.


One thought on “Day 290 – Rare Birds

  1. Stunning! Reminds me that often the most wonderful or unique individuals are often those that seem to be “hidden” from us and are underestimated by the aggressive “hunters” who, although maybe physically stronger, do not have the same mental capability or talent of the “rare birds.” Fabulous work!!!! <333

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