This Lone Bird

This lone bird flying alone, in grey overcast, seems so absurd Dipping and swooping, crazy circles,it makes Such joy ,hard to fake, inner whooping For there is no season, when to fly, no reason, not to try Lone bird, so high, I wonder why? Wings of grey, match the cloud Shades of grey at play, mood unbowed There is joy in flight, instinctively right. Bird on the wing, is better than ground for its heart does sing Hear it's sound all around This heaving mass of air, nature's invisible stair The will to try The will to fly Lone bird, is not absurd Solo flight, it's chief delight Away from the crowd, the cackles far too loud. Must concentrate, on invisible stair, to climb to the cloud It is fate, for lone bird to meet, high up on nature's seat Leisurely pace, murmur of wind on face Billowy clouds, away from the crowds. Far in to the grey, lone bird at play