Feathery, I Shall Be
From a mountain's crested height
I'm free of dread without fright,
since I grew wings to take flight,
'cross oceans I soar.
Aviator, flying high,
gravity, I can defy.
Great crashing waves I descry
o'er the ocean's shore.
Swiftly, I can flit and glide
like ebb and flow of the tide.
Never shall I be denied
hearing oceans roar.
A nest of twigs is my home
where I can view waves of foam.
Never again shall I roam
from oceans I adore.
Land lubbing is not for me.
My heart and soul agree.
Feathery, I choose to be,
I've oceans to explore.
I shall beseech, if I must,
to remain with my wings trussed.
Flying serves my wanderlust
for oceans and more.
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April 11, 2022
Tall Tales 2 Contest
Sponsored by Jeff Kyser
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2022
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