77

Maybe I'm worried my words will run out. 
So many I see - falling into the drought.
Is it caused by getting to a place of needing clout?
Will I ever find out? 
Keeping it all in - I'll never know. 
A life lived in the darkness - no way to grow.
Climb up to the aviary and let the birds go. 

77 birds - said they were set free. 
Curious how many will come and find me. 
Flying in unison - perfect form and harmony. 
A gift from the heavens for us all to see. 

~I.S.~