Fly with the Birds

When I come back to the earth

I want to be outfitted with a big girth

To be able to soar above the mountains and plains

While gliding over lakes and various terrains

I’m not picky about what kind of bird that I wish to be

I will sing my song and scream, Yippee!

Because I know that if I’m large

Then I will be in charge

Today I looked longingly towards the sky

As birds of prey caught thermals to fly

Higher and higher they did soar

With barely a flap of their wings they do explore

No matter how many times I see a bald eagle perched on a limb

It takes my breath as their piercing eyes glare over the canyon rim

It is a miracle from being almost extinct more than 40 years ago

To seeing dozens at a time, as their numbers continue to grow

Owls, hawks, eagles are all so magnificent

While a white pelican gliding is ever so efficient

After skimming barely above the water surface

It lands like a ballerina with nothing superfluous

When I am a bird I will enjoy a birds-eye view

From high above the land I’ll catch thermals too

With great speed I’ll dive into the water just like an Osprey

And the prize of a huge fish is mine to take away

Ah, yes, when I am able to fly with the birds of prey

And sing their lovely songs everyday

I’ll look down on those that stare longingly towards the sky

Wishing they too were a bird and one day could fly

Today’s gift was to write this poem for the Winter Wings Festival. It may be used in the photo contest calendar that is being created from the winning pictures. It may be the people who come or it may be the birds we see that make my spirit soar like an eagle.

In Giving,

Robin