What Is It About Birds?

Here I am in my cocoon,
driving along grey roads
with grey thoughts and darker undertones
and you fly across my vision up on high.

Thoughts dispelled in the mere touching of your freedom
heart joining the beat of your wings
all cares momentarily lost as I ride with you
on a light and wing'ed flight across the vaulted sky.

What is it about birds I ask
and you carry my soul up high
reaching to the heavens;
my question left far below both you and I.

by David Taylor

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