A nest of one’s own

 

Embed from Getty Images

What a sad bird I present

Lacking plumage, I resent

The birds who flutter out front.

 

Strutting divas in scarlet gowns

and black-capped little clowns

Perform intricate aerial stunts.

 

 

 

They float on a breeze

And go where they please

Catching the wind they soar so high.

 

To fly free and unfettered

Independent and untethered

I long to be one with the sky.

 

Day and night,  fair and foul

Through winter’s  blustery howl

I’d live or die by the weather.

 

Hmmm…

 

Better, I suppose

My cozy inside repose

Than outside freezing my feathers.

 

4 thoughts on “A nest of one’s own

    1. Thank you! I was in a silly mood, tho I have to admit if I had a super power it would be to fly. Thank you for being a supporter of my writing and for your friendship. Have a great day!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s