Freshly Baked Pie

To kick things off the wind began to blow.
Eventually a brown began to slowly grow.

It was shaped like a tear drop, falling from the sky.
It had no structural integrity and formed a great meat pie.

Like any pie that’s hot and fresh, it glistened and it gleaned.
There was no pastry only meat and quite a lot of steam.

Pure Pooetry

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