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...
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