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The Last Finch
By cadymae
Singing from a dead treetop
high over the dead world
I
hear nothing echo back
of what was.
All is still and
dead now.
All, save me.
I whistle
up here
to hear
the last
whistle
just
in case
I'm not the last
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Copyright 2013 cadymae
Published on Friday, February 22, 2013.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Friday, January 19, 2018, carlosjackal
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wrote:
Wonderful piece. Here's to responses to every call! :)
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On Friday, February 22, 2013, cadymae
(73) wrote:
Y'all are sweet. Thank you for the kind words. I live in FLA. No winter here. Was looking at a very odd magnet I was handed at a festival of a wide-eyed bird. It looks like it just listened to the entire catalog of Floyd and sat down to think about it. So I wrote this. :)
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On Friday, February 22, 2013, dwells
(4284) wrote:
Aw CM it's just the dead of winter and everybody else has flown south. Very desolate in the lonliness, cheers!
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A former member wrote:
this was as if it was a piece of my own mind while i sit in the cascades---what a beautiful write...absolutely loved it
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