I climbed a tree to the top
I really didn’t want to stop
So I sprouted wings and flew, and flew
The other birds didn’t know what to do
They squeaked and squawked so loud
In a language like they were so proud
I could see for a thousand miles or so
“Get ready to dive” said a crow
We swooped down toward a small town
I could hear the traffic and its sound
Then we landed in a park crow found
There were children on a merry-go-round
One of them fed us peanuts and ice cream
We jumped around and some of us preened
A dog came too close and we took to the sky
The next stop was a lake on a mountain high
We walked around, said hello to some geese
They were there for the winter ‘til the snow ceased
We said our goodbyes and took off for home
It was almost sunset and I thought of a poem;
“The birds, who make sweet music for us all
In our dark hours, as David did for Saul…
Across the sound the birds of passage sailed,
Speaking some unknown language strange and sweet
Of tropic isle remote, and passing hailed” - Longfellow
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NEVER STOP FLYING!!!!
Far beyond this world
Into lands never heard
Like a feather swirled
But here on Earth I stick
firmly to the ground
For my physical shape is slightly round
We'll watch the sun set in the West
Then find some straw for the nest
But before a nest we'll fly with the best
To the isle of the angels, in the South sea
Say hello to cousin, Gull in his coconut tree
Then visit the land of the Maya on the Yucatan
Sit on a pyramid built long,long ago
And watch the black panther stalk down below
The famous space angel?
Deep in the forest
of ancient test
Then seek out a nest
Up high above the rest
Close our eyes for the night
Until the mornings bright light
For in ancient Mayan times
That is all they had
A gift from Nature that made them glad
Before the ships of Spain came
and made the entire continent go lame?
We'll dip and flutter with the nymphs and a sprite
Sing to the top of our beaky tweets
Dance in the air flipping and dipping through the night
Gulide home half exhausted from our feats
But on our way home we stopped for a bite
At a five star worm-hole known for delights
Two medium-rare with a couple of bugs
We ate and we ate and dessert was sweet slugs
Served by th cherubs with joyous smiles
They send us homeward to our nests
To slumbers embrace for the night
Where we awaken with wonder at the memory
Of what had filled the happy night
Then back to the mundane human forms of the day
But never to forget that single magic night
Yes they do Richard, yes they do. I often wonder how it would be to fly.