Caught me a bird today - or maybe not?
Was it more like the bird catching me?
After all, it came from nowhere
circling high up, far, far above me
flew away, came back
and then it may have perched upon my shoulder
There I was, caught by something that soars at will
feeling grounded by strong talons keeping me tight, in place
I, once more the captive of what was nothing, but a dream of soaring
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