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This poem was first published on 24 February 2014. We are re-presenting it this week as part of our resistance special.


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Meet me.
I travel south on my northern shrike.
I swoop to admire the dewdrops on the daphnes,
the white-wire fences,
the kites, swallows, songlarks and nightjars.
I hold a star in my eye and a pistol in my hand.
I don't do what I'm told.



Danielle Higgins is a screenwriter who enjoys experimenting with poetry, flash fiction, and novels. She is completing her diploma in Professional Writing and Editing, and is currently working on a television series. She enjoys writing character-driven mysteries with elements of the supernatural and horror.
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