The shortest distance between two points,
Is a straight, unwavering line…
A theory related to travel,
Can now be applied to time.
I frequently moved in my early years,
Avoiding commitments and family ties…
Finding the one time I settled down,
Trapped and aging; now time flies.
The crows leave this place in the winter,
Zigzagging south again, to warm weather…
Reminding me of my dismal straight line,
Dropping one mocking black wing feather.
Dropping one mocking black wing feather.
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