Matthew Brackley Poet Alliteration

This Lone Bird

This lone bird
flying alone,
in grey overcast,
seems so absurd

Dipping and swooping,
crazy circles,it makes
Such joy ,hard to fake,
inner whooping

For there is no season,
when to fly,
no reason,
not to try

Lone bird,
so high,
I wonder why?

Wings of grey,
match the cloud
Shades of grey at play,
mood unbowed

There is joy in flight,
instinctively right.
Bird on the wing,
is better than ground
for its heart does sing
Hear it's sound
all around

This heaving mass of air,
nature's invisible stair
The will to try
The will to fly

Lone bird,
is not absurd
Solo flight,
it's chief delight

Away from the crowd,
the cackles far too loud.
Must concentrate,
on invisible stair,
to climb to the cloud

It is fate,
for lone bird to meet,
high up on nature's seat
Leisurely pace,
murmur of wind on face

Billowy clouds,
away from the crowds.
Far in to the grey,
lone bird at play

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