Taking Flight - Poem by Carol Bogart
O’ Wing’ed ones
How free are thee
Soaring ever higher
Alert black beads glint in the sun
Soft down fluffs up
Thy shield against cold weather. A royal order they possess
Strong hawks to
The large the small the bright the drab
Together in one kingdom. Their common language
chirps and trills
staccato calls of "Danger"
A simple life of simple wants
Enough to eat. A thicket.
And through it all, the gift of
With Heaven ever nearer.
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