Flash in the Pan

A Quarterly Posting at Tiny Lights

My Anthem

by Bryon D. Howell

Today I despise

They prey
on squirrels.

The first time I
fed a squirrel
by hand
without being bitten,
was the last
I put my hand
over my heart
to salute the
American flag.

I got tired
of sacrificing
unconditional love
for a prayer
on two -

cruel wings.

Bryon D. Howell is a poet currently residing in New Haven, Connecticut.
He has been writing poetry for a great number of years. Recently, work of his
has appeared in Unlikely Stories, poeticdiversity, and Censored Poets.

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