Going through some of my old school things this popped up. I wrote it sometime during my last two years of high school.
Poem
Soft, Feathers,
Steel, midnight blue,
Sanskrit writing pearly hued,
Cold scales, claws and face,
Pure reptile, no fish or mammal,
No walls, no bounds freedom,
more than mine, in flight,
Crazed worshipers with,
jaundiced eyes.
Mighty
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