
BLACKBIRDS
I knew they flew.
Black feathers
black eyes
ripping through common sense.
Feet pounding,
Fingers reaching.
Feathers are for flying away
and knees scrape
the dirt.
(Francisco Bravo Cabrera, Valencia, 21 JUN 2026)
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Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

BLACKBIRDS
I knew they flew.
Black feathers
black eyes
ripping through common sense.
Feet pounding,
Fingers reaching.
Feathers are for flying away
and knees scrape
the dirt.
(Francisco Bravo Cabrera, Valencia, 21 JUN 2026)
CHEERS
I love your description of the birds. Wonderful poem!
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Thank you Lina!
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Love the comparison on feathers and knees.
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Chasing animals with feathers you might end up with scraped knees…
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Muy bueno
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Muchas gracias.
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