Destiny of a Bird
She flings her body skyward
as every winter before, her heart afire,
she follows a pre set- migratory course,
divinely guided, from half a world away.
Coming or going her destination
always becomes home,
to nest again -raise another brood
knowing that generations drive her grand obsession-
the self- exile she endures heavy on her breast
She sees around her unfamiliar landscape
longs for lush valleys and trees of evergreen
With each day her inner call grows stronger,
fills her with an urgent sense to flight
to take to the endless skies- one tiny bird, uncertain, of her flock,
alone in the vast and blue unfriendly sky
Her wings falter, she feels that death is near,
a last flight comes for every bird.
It seems, what divine force
held her course before - is gone
she tries but her flight turns aimless
Below, the landscape is a map- less blur
that baffles her tiny brain
From the dark valleys below a black fog rises
Hostile winds impede her faltering flight
until the ground without warning or ill-will
calls the tiny form again to earth.
Premiere Contest number 9
Contest Judged: 9/8/2016 12:01:00 PM
Sponsored by: SKAT A
9th Place
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