Friday, November 6, 2020

The Wings of Birds

gliding through the sky effortlessly,
they slope upward or down
move fast or slow
dive or ascend as rapidly as the eyes
can follow their movements,
abruptly landing with claws
that have a lifetime of experience
grasping onto the branch
like an idea worth saving,
swaying to and fro like a ballerina
tossed into the air without
the safety of her companion;
always graceful
always sleek
always curious about the other side
moving from tree to tree
blending in to rest until
it is time again to spread their wings
traveling to the next destination
with the same curiosity
as they had moments before.

5 October 2020 

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