You’d make a good bird
I’m not sure what kind
One that flies with confidence
Not flapping noisily
Panicky from place to place
You fly higher than most
Not the type to prey
Not to say you don’t get hungry
You think yourself fluffy
But you are feathered
Smooth and sleek design
Showing you have direction
Purpose
I wonder what bird you are
Something colorful to be sure
But not so small
That only binoculars will do
Companion sized
Something that looks formidable
Perched on your shoulder
Too striking to be menacing
Something tropical perhaps
Perhaps common in some far off place
But rare and breathtaking to me
And so I am left to wonder
What it might actually be like
To watch you take flight
I’m okay with pictures in a book
Some beauty feels peaceful
Just knowing it’s out there
Up there
Sometimes I do think I see you when I look up
And I can’t help but sigh long with a wide smile
Oooh, oooh, I know, I know!!! 😀
No seriously Swarn, this was a poem I definitely enjoyed, perhaps because of my 3rd grade mind & imagination. 😉
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OH GOD!!!! I just realized that COULD’VE come across so wrong!!! 😮 Please know that the poke was at ME. Not at all anywhere else… just my elementary poetic half-brain!!!
(buries head in hands… “Why didn’t I think before typing & clicking!?)
Ugh. I hope you knew what I meant Swarn. ❤
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No worries Professor! And thank you for kind words and mating ritual performance!
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Whew! I figured you would understand my grade-level. LOL 😉
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