2017 Day 28 – Boy, With Wings

A bolder try,
A clearer sky,
Starts to fly.
Gets too high.
Doomed to die.
Wax won’t hold.
Story told.

 

Notes: The prompt was to write a piece of Skeltonic verse. Having a tired day, so it’s a short piece, but hey, at least it’s not the emergency haiku. Or the emergency limerick.

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