Odd creatures roam the night,
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None stranger than the bird that just took flight.
High plumage of pearly white,
Wings lifted by zephyrs’ might.
Great with contemptuous eyes,
Tearing within its talons fleshy ties.
Yet no piercing shriek hit the air,
Disturbing sleepers in their lair.
For this solitary bird is long necked soul,
Taking leave of this world fell and foul.
The conscious shape reality.