Birds of a Feather

I glanced out my window by chance I did see A small little finch looking back right at me. His feathers were yellow all fluffed up and bright. He sat for a moment and then he took flight. My mind took me with him up high in the air. How chilling, fulfilling it felt to be there. We flew over roof tops and buildings and trees. The wind moved us swiftly along on the breeze. We dove into the air and went round and around. Then just for a moment our feet they touched down. We stopped at the church and perched high on it's Steeple. Amazed at the site of all the small people. Then after a rest-bit we lifted again. Flying high over rivers and meadows and glens. I took one deep breath as we circled my town. And gently, so gently we finally touched ground. I watched as he flew away into the sky. I waved and said Thank you again and Good Bye. This day I'll remember for now and forever. You see for a moment we were Birds of a feather...