Frigate Bird Poem by Sailing to windward

Frigate Bird



Like raised black eyebrows under cloud,
frigate birds dance, in graceful glides.
Do they, by chance, sense our despair
at not being allowed
to soar the air,
to view a world our status hides?

Frigate Bird
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Sailing to windward

Sailing to windward

52° 27' N / 9° 41' E
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