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Valiant heart
dart about the skies
Avoid every aim
Buffeted by wind...explosion
Abiding no technology
Save me
fellow life
within my hands
I hold the bird
so differently now
so reverently
Life's surging vitality
imprinted upon my brow
My life beats
within its breast
My hands feel
its fragility
My hope quivers
with its homeward restlessness
I have not appreciated
the spark of life enough
But my lesson
will soon commence
Go now
Go my fellow
stout winged warrior
And save me from
my fate
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Author Notes
Can you imagine a soldier's feelings as he holds then lets fly his only hope for salvation in battle. I think we would all hold this pigeon with a deepening awe transmitted through our hands as they tremble with the bird.
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