The Sky
The Sky
The clouds spread
while wings expanded
in a sea of blue.
The sun lit the sky—
the horizon knew no border.
The hawk, a dab in the
held photo, let out a wail
—a chorus echoed.
I stood,
“Encore, Encore, Encore”
Feathers hovered.
A circling pattern performed.
The ‘singers’ bellowed
a high pitched note.
Clouds gathered
carrying the sound
within themselves.
A soft rain,
from no where,
began to soak me.
I spread my arms…
listening, taking in the song.
Soon, I became
the melody…
I circled in
effortless wonder.
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