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.