"Star in Stripes"

sometimes we feel part of a herd . . .

there are many of us

yet our voices arn't heard

we like to roam free as birds fly in the sky

yet are captured and often confined . . .

and we do not know why

people come and stare it's true

we hear clicking noises often too

a flash and we wonder

what next and why

 

Poem from my flickr friend Bev www.flickr.com/photos/beverleyplaya/

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