Riding currents of air
to soar high above cares
land locked below talons.
Feeling ruffles of feathers
and breezes lift lightly
cooling tired wings.
Stretching wings fully
to catch a down spiral
and tail rudder to left.
Landing, upon a branch
to rest and nibble seeds
hidden in dewy grasses.
Looking, eyes look out
for furry, stalking cats
out for a little fast food.
Nesting, settling on eggs
to warm and hatch young
to carry on my line.
So they too can ride,
and soar, and stretch
before landing to nest.
A contest entry
- Fly like a bird by Sonja.
1210 points, ended August 25, 2007, 17 entries
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Comments
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Yes, yes, it is not easy to be a bird. With your words you put some new eggs to your poetical nest.
~Sonja~
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