A birds thought
The calmness feels so well to me,
enjoying everything I look down to see.
Gliding, soaring, so elegantly above,
freedom is the one thing I freely love.
In the rain or under the beating sun,
flapping enjoying for flying is fun.
Swoop, dive, and land when I want,
using my power and pride I taunt.
I track, target, and I lock in my stare,
Into my prey my talons rip they tear
I am bird and below you are not,
to each other this distance a dot.
A birds second thought
As you heard the last time I thought,
looking down up to each other a dot.
“I am bird” is a title that truly belongs,
since the beginning around and in songs.
We are of many types and in the world found,
we are everywhere the wind takes us around.
There is no view that we haven’t flown to see,
we, not you soar high and completely free.
Symbols dawn us and poems they praise,
all around in birds believers you’ve raised.
Nested sticks, weeds, and other things stringed,
a bird I live feathered and, also am winged.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Not only a great write from a birds perspective but as a metaphor. Loved the images in this poem
I often wonder wouldn't it be nice to just have freedom a bird has and be able view the world from their view, enjoyed the read
Excellent writes
I love the rhymes! Amazing work!
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