Last Friday

Last Friday Poetry, BBYCGN

Last Friday,

I hitchhiked a ride

on a nearby eagle,

and on its wings,

I drifted off

into a sweet lullaby.

I dreamt of pink giraffes

and purple mazes,

as we glided above clouds,

touching azure skies.

Suddenly, I decided

to use my own two wings,

as I dived off

the eagle‘s silky back;

thus, whenever I wish

to take another flight,

no more birds

will I ever need hijack.

Now, all eagles are living happily ever after, especially every Friday.

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Last Friday Poetry, BBYCGN

Last Friday Poetry, BBYCGN

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