A Bird That Is I Poem by Bullion Grey
A Bird That Is I
Flying as a free spirit,
playing with the winds of chance,
landing on roof tops, ledges, and happenstance.
As I preen my wings, snacks of bugs,
momentary satisfactions, caught in flight.
I sing songs learned in flight, inspired by the beauty of the sky,
some known from since I was in a nest, just a hachtling.
My reasons are seasons, my thoughts are vast yet simple,
It's me, the bird that is I.
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4/18/2024 10:56:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
every being is important in the creation of god. abird soaring high in knowledge, with aspirations to reach the limits of the limitless, in righteousness of spirt and mind, will achieve definitely a placewhich he deservesbest.great poem with intense feeling. ritty