School of flying fish swallow tails and feathers free color wingspan weather over evergreens. See the image poem a flight with destination ahead an orinthic species one of a kind gift to world with possibilities of extinction. The light is clear.
You've captured the flight formations we adore in the sky on this page in this poem. I always wonder how they know where to position themselves. Do they bicker?
Nice one Alan.
"to walk on earth,
yet fly as geese,"
Aren't we wonderful creatures?!
Thanks, Ronald. I think so!
School of flying fish swallow tails and feathers free color wingspan weather over evergreens. See the image poem a flight with destination ahead an orinthic species one of a kind gift to world with possibilities of extinction. The light is clear.
You've captured the flight formations we adore in the sky on this page in this poem. I always wonder how they know where to position themselves. Do they bicker?
Hmm. I imagine a natural hierarchy manifests in their biology. We aren’t very egalitarian either. Thanks, Pilgrim. Glad for your appreciation.
I think some of us would like to believe we are.
a tyranny
to no other creature
but sapient you
and sapient me
What a wonderful composition.
Very glad you think so, Peter!
Precise and beautifully developed. It’s a pleasure reading poetry of this quality.
Wonderful to hear that from you. Thank you, Thomas!