Skip to main content
Skip to header right navigation
Skip to site footer
The Friday Poem
A poem every Friday
Header Search
Search site
Submit search
Menu
The Frip
About
Masthead
Contributors
FAQ
Archive
Search the archive
Friday Poems
Reviews
Features
Subscribe
Submit a poem
Flying the Lanner
Flying the Lanner
by
Tony Curtis
— A ball of clawed and beaked fluff in the cage: // first she must walk / and then run / and then learn to fly / but only to Griff, who is her mother / and the only mother she will ever know.