The Magical Mindset of Birds
A flock of birds flying--magical sight,
swooping, soaring with a single mindset.
Cresting mountain peaks at amazing height
Caressing wind's face, as though only met.
Playing hide and seek in far away clouds.
Chasing lightning flashes across the skies.
preening before their mates, boasting allowed;
then disappearing near a foothill's rise.
Darting and diving, brave stunts to not hide.
Throwing caution to what the wind may bring.
How do they manage to never collide?
Testing their courage, never questioning.
Their beauty thrills me, yet sadness is there:
do they sense flying is destined to end?
Their spirit and freedom built upon air
As one they will fly, and as one descend.
August 29, 2022
for A Flock of Birds poetry contest.
by Julia Ward.
Rhyme, 10 syllables/line
Fourth Place!
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2022
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