Bird

He comes flying in the 'morn high above me dipping and diving. He sings a song, a melody sweet drifting down, touching my heart and soul lifting my spirit. He spins and twirls, whirling in the sunshine, he floats on the breeze with ease. There is no fear of crashing down. Oh yes, I admire his great happiness, strength and his courage I love his filigree feathers fluttering, white and wispy so delicate yet strong. Now he plummets downward and calls my name loudly, come fly today, fly sweet earth girl, and I laugh 'cause I am flying, flying in my mind, oh yes, gliding and falling drifting, twirling whirling down then up high high. ______________________________________ October 6, 2019 Example for my Writing Challenge, October 2019 - Bird- (but you can use any form for your entry) Poetry/Shape/Bird/ November 14, 2018 Copyright Protected, ID 18-1186-535-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.