Lone bird of the night sky,
Aimless in your pursuits.
Circling, hovering
Advancing, retreating.
As though drunk, swaggering
Lost in silence , apprehending.
Surveying a sleeping world, from skies above.
Definitely eccentric! Why else, antics so hilarious?
Roam the skies,
settle nowhere.
For what are kith and kin
But primordial sorrows?
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