FINE FEATHERED FRIENDS:

I look up at the sky above & I can only stare,

I see all my fine feathered friends out there,

Flipping-flapping-flitting, up in the sky flying,

Swooping & dipping low & then soar highing,

Feathered freedom, pretty fresh wind junkies,

Unless caged & ringed, mere sad man´s flunkeys,

Filigreed plumes & bejeweled velvet feathered,      

Miles under wings, seasoned, salted, weathered,            

When I see you soaring, I can only see you free,                    

 I pray, “Please my friends, come flying back for me”.