Forearm leathers and Flight

 




Just a wee stroll
With the hungry bird
Gerald by name
In memory of an old
Piper friend. 
Stubborn, sharp eyed 
Big eater
And yelling often his joys.
Now little fella.
The blinders are off.
And swift you TAKE OFF.
GO HIGH FOR ME.
See aerial sights
Beyond my ken.


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