ABOVE THE EAVES
Slight acrobat, it
Darts,
veers, and pirouettes
On
the edge of sight,
Teeters
for a split-
Second
on the tip
Of
a wing and dis-
Appears—
Not play, not display,
But
insight—skill
Intent
on survival,
That
makes us feel
The
top of the sky
Is
far away.
It also makes us feel magical.
ReplyDeleteWhich makes us want to keep reaching out. Nice Poem!
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