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Observed in Leeds

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Photo copyright: A mixed bag 2012.


High can I go, but I cannot escape.

A multitude of people move towards their destinations.

So why can I not reach mine. What is it that holds me back.

Frustration envelopes me, as I try ever harder to escape.

I cannot escape the cacophony of sound.

Feet clattering on marble floors.

Fingers rattling keys.

I look around in horror as the giants of my world move.

What is it that denies my path.

I know its there, so smooth, so cold.

To see where I wish to go, but I am denied.


I hum the song of my ancestors.

A giant looks my way, if only he would break my bond.

But he cannot fly, he is trapped on the earths floor.

His kind may move fast, but can never react like me.

I hear a new sound, the swish of a cord.

A pulley groans, then reluctantly turns.

I feel movement and hang on tight.

Cool air rushes past me, as I plan my escape.

My wings beat, my heart flutters as I lift off.

Make my escape.

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A fly observed in Leeds Station by a Writer
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