Flying
A bird that's born in a gilded cage
learns of flying at an early age
Even though it must call its own home
a perch inside its small, golden dome.
To spread its small wings one day, to soar
over mountains, oceans, even more
to fly to greet early morning star
are but dreams behind its golden bar.
To sit atop snowy mountains high
observe the world with a keen bird's eye
To meet those flocks it has never known
and tell bird tales of skies it has flown
it sings of life beyond golden gate
its songs are of the joy that awaits
when it can fly in an endless space
flying in a cloud, touching wind's face
Though the bird in cage will never know
its songs are sweet as in a meadow
it cannot fly because of clipped wings
but it can dream, so lovely bird sings.
February 16, 2023
for "Writing Challenge - F Words"
by Constance La France
Flying
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