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The Bird Man<\/strong><\/p>\n He talked to I was glad <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Stephen Philip Druce<\/strong> is a poet based in Shrewsbury in the UK. He is the creator of Switch Poetry: poems that switch alternatively in sentiment, from the comedic to the melancholic within a single reading. To hear the first audio performance of Switch – http:\/\/youtu.be\/nLBrHCkeSMg<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Bird Man He talked to himself – softly but openly, and with crooked finger he pointed skywards, imitating a flying bird, moving his hands like wings. I was glad to watch him because I wanted him to be right – and he was, there was something flying up there. He smiled […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9295","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9295","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9295"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9295\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9298,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9295\/revisions\/9298"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9295"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9295"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9295"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nhimself –
\nsoftly but
\nopenly,
\nand with crooked
\nfinger he pointed
\nskywards,
\nimitating a
\nflying bird, moving
\nhis hands like
\nwings.<\/p>\n
\nto watch him
\nbecause I wanted
\nhim to be right –
\nand he was,
\nthere was something
\nflying up there.
\nHe smiled – pleased
\nto be sane enough
\nto know that birds
\nfly too.<\/p>\n