Playing The Game Tech Deck Live

A bird of prey by Marianne Moore

I like you because you know me laugh, does not blind you

straw that any wind drag on reels from the haystack.

think you know and what we think, say

with pride like that of Samson and his grim

purpose, and no one would ask you to shut up.

The pride you feel good, huge bird, so conceited. No poultry

gives you an absurd appearance;

bronze

your claws are strong against defeat.