If We Stop To See
As the dew silkens the quiet grasses
And the gentle breeze slowly looms through the woods
A dark bird flitters to life from a lone branch
Its eyes a glossy black reflecting a round horizon
The nippy clicks of it golden beak silence the chirping bugs
Warm currents billow through the breeze
As the sun slowly creeps from the black
And the sky colors itself with hues of reds and blues
The bird shakes its wings and seems to dance
While he tests the strength of the branch
A few strokes through the air
And his golden claws let go
He is off soaring high into the sky
Until he is nothing more than a dark speck
That vanishes in the unreaching distance
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