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Oh, The Freedom He Must Feel
As I gazed at the picture of the exotic bird on my wall.
I closed my eyes.
I could feel the breeze from his wings upon my face.
I could hear his legs gently touch the water.
His long beak was held in an upright position.
Oh, the freedom he must feel as he goes about his craft.
Not caring about what anyone thinks.
He is just going along his chosen path.
Soaking up all of his blessings and giving them back.
With his carefree and unconditional beauty.
© 2014 Karen A. Harris