A seven-mile run gives one time to think.
birds, black and white, eye-
ball each other, expressing
no thanks to the line
–T.A. Sukany 06 Jun 2017
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I like the way you talked about the birds eyeballing each other.
Makes you wonder what a bird is thinking.
I like how short and simple a little poem like this can be.
I like how short it is and simple and it’s a good story