Flying on the Train

Flying on the train,
Stuck my arms out
As if I were flying
On the train.

Passengers thought
I was deranged
Flying on the train.

We didn’t go high or low
Just straight ahead,
Flying on the train.

When we came to a stop
I folded my arm-wings,
Shuffled my feathers
And walked off in a pigeon strut
Bobbing my head forward and back.

The passenger-flock dispersed,
Caw-ling or cooing to each other,
Stepping, hopping from the train.

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