The bird flies
It’s wings glide across the sky
Floating on the breeze
Landing with grace and ease
To pick up food and drink
Then off onto
The invisible breeze
A friend, a mate flying next to her
Together, they’ll rule the skies
Up where all birds fly.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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