Soft Landing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Soft Landing



A little bird flying down from the sky, gliding lightly
over the grass, hundreds of leaves lying on the ground,
brown and crackling dry.

This little bird comes down softly for a landing, standing
still, blending in with the leaves for a few seconds as it
alights.

Landing perfectly still, then moving a fraction of an inch
it comes into full view again.

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