Of a Feather

The mockingbird explained
How not to be afraid.
The hawk
Soared high
When I asked for a sign.
The egret has shown
How to stand on my own.
And I never believed I could fly.

Til I died.


Filed under birds, death, egret, feather, flight, hawk, mockingbird, poem, poetry, rebirth, signs, totems

3 responses to “Of a Feather

  1. Well, that was intense. You know you can fly without dying. Just get yourself a road bicycle, and take a turn at speed. That’s what flying feels like to me.


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