As the Buzzard Flies
Another episode of out on the porch:
It is cold out here
That is compared to the heat
Of mid-summer forward
One lone buzzard
Glides on the air current
Wonder if he is a scout
Searching for food
Maybe a young bird
Wanting to be free
Or maybe an old bird
Wanting to spread his wings
And float on freedom air
Soar to new heights
Experience new love
Or doing exactly what he wants
When he wants
He's gone _short lived flight
A crow joined him briefly
I guess he didn't want an old crow
Cawing and interrupting his new found freedom
So like life__ old buzzards
Wanting to fly free without an old crow along
Wonder how long it will take for them to realize
That they have ignored the best that life has to offer
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
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