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A bad omen

By Mark Stigers Published about a year ago 1 min read

I am 7 foot tall soul

With a 10 foot wing span

My eyes red they glow

You’ll know fear at my hand

I can fly a hundred miles an hour

You cannot escape me

I have the magic power

To warn of things to be

I foretold of a bridge collapse

In Mount Pleasant

46 in icy coldness would pass

When into the water the bridge went

You are going to know woe

When I am seen flying around

See me and you will know

That souls are heaven bound

A bad omen am I

Heed you need to take

Some are sure to die

You cannot escape your fate

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Mark Stigers

One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona

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