Wild Wings So Beautiful
Birds of the Feather (all rights reserved)
Wild ducks and geese, owls and the hawks, all beautiful to behold,
By sun and moon, they rule the sky, feathered ones in natures fold,
To see them rule in their domain, across calm waters and in the air,
Their acrobatics way up high, in viewing, a spectrum in colors so fair.
In calming waters, we watch them glide, their reflections we perceive,
In breaking the silence of the day, their greetings to us all, they leave.
With feather's sheen and their eyes so keen, each to noisily fly about,
When migration time roles around, amazingly, they all follow the route.
The whistling wings of the wiid birds, and their rare spirits, for us to see.
Makes me have wishes to join them there, in the air, where I'd rather be.
Spreading my wings, to greet the sun, on the cool morning's, at first light.
Soaring in the blue, with white clouds, I'd touch, flying by a moon at night.
Yet, as I sit and to watch the scenes, playing out, by my feathered friends,
My realization comes, for at last I must leave, a best of times, always ends.
A salute, I send to the birds of the wild, my best heartfelt regards to you all,
In Summer shades, a Winter's whites, light of a Spring, and reds of the Fall,
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