Thunderbird
Baa, moves across the sky, Casting it's shadow, Lightening flashing from it's eyes, Bringing storms. The thunder from it's wings, roar, As it moves, riding the wind, Then sheets of rain pours, From the lake upon it's back. Than away it flies to Thunder Nest, High on a mountian, where it dwells, There it feeds it's young and rests, Until another day of storms. Written November 17th, 2001 © on Nov 17 2001 02:52 PM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 10
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"Baa, moves across the sky,..."