Slowly emerging from the deepest slumber,
by Warren Augustus de Guzman
I have undergone an amazing transformation.
Wings, of blue and gold with eyes of an owl.
Stretched out from my cage, atop the conurbation.
Lunge towards the sky, my legs no longer need to labor,
Flight is now my sole means of transportation.
Glowing sun rings flutter all around me like fowl,
Sweet nectar of sky dew, in cycle, sublimation.
Scrape the fuzzy wrappings on me like rubber,
Unsheathe my body, a pure, soulful excretion.
To the big blue expanse, “To Flight! ” I growl!
The world void of any form of sophistication.