Flying Shadows Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Shadows flying and flitting above, belonging
to owners of wings, feathers and things.
Polite chirpings telling of unrest go unnoticed
except for a few attuned to nature.
Frequently distasteful polluted atmospheres
coincide with those of natural beauty, bringing
about realizations of man's ugly reality and
greed.
Thrown into unnatural habitats, one day soon all
shadows flying and flitting above will be gone.
Along with their owners of wings, feathers and
things.