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Found Poetry

Rustlings overhead of soft, silent wings
Silence ripped by a shrill screech
Lifted by talons into the dark
Soren regrets the words
leading to his snatching
Flying faster than he could think
Blistering slivers of air hits his skin as
Whiteness eeriely bleaches the sky
Scouring the landscape for home
Soren sees Tyto
Growing smaller and smaller
Dimmer and dimmer
The Capture by Kathryn Lasky  – 2003


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