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OUT OF MY HOMEI FLY

TO SALUTE OUR MAKER

AND FEEL THE AIR SO FREE.

GLITTERING AND SWIFT

MY SOFT BELLY AND THE SUN

GIVES A LOVELY EARTH'S HUE.



BUT 'ERE I MOUNT UP ON HIGH

WITH BROOMS AND BOWLS YOU GATHER

AND STRIKE AND BLOW ON ME..



SOON,

MY TENDER BODY YOU SEIZE

MY WINGS OF SILVER LINE YOUR PATHS

I WATCH YOU DROWN ME

TO FEED FAT ON MY FLESH



BUT YOU TOUCH ME NOT.

TEAR APART MY FLESH; ALL YOURS

FOR MY SPIRIT SOARS OFF

BACK TO MY MAKER

WHO PERMITS;

BEFORE I FALL.