Take Flight

morning skies fall short of blue

levels of grey have filtered through

all the stars have gone to bed

all their egos masked in red;

elements of life are still quiet

indoors remain to avoid the indictment,

lights inside have all gone dark

but the dogs outside continue to bark;

thrills of silence chill the ears

eliminating most of our fears,

garbage bags of leaves sit idle

against the wall that has no rattle;

large birds on branches sit a while

smaller ones fly coast-to-coast in

their relentless search for food

and protection from the seasons;

a mellowing grows out of misunderstandings

tempered by the changing climate

and those who have no thoughts of their own

save the ones held onto for survival;

deans of the sky fly curved around

like an edge of a funnel they navigate

looking down at all of creation

wondering who divided this nation;

obediance is the footstool of subjugation

and we are the last ones to be told

yet the first to arouse suspiciion

hearing fools say we are too old.

4 October 2021