THE LAST ONE

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I search the night.

A lovely sight.

My wings are spread.

Don’t go to bed.

I see you scurry.

Don’t need to worry.

My talons reach for thee.

In the sky, you’ll soon be.

We’ll soar to my nest.

I will love you best.

I will be the last one you’ll see

before your eyes close for me.

REFLECTIONS

Sky Explosion (by drxgonfly)

 

 

Reflections from above

surround me like a glove.

Hues of purple and pink

make me ponder and think.

I lift my face high

to the starry sky.

What is the reason I am here?

Why do I live my life in fear?

Questions in my mind

seek what I can’t find.

A shooting star streaks by.

“Is this my answer?” I sigh.

A bird perches near my arm.

I jump in fear and alarm.

Its black eyes stare back at me

and with a wink, it flies free.

I am alone with the night

with the moon at its full height.

My fear falls away like a cloak.

I begin to cry with a choke.

The bird has shown me a place

where I can reveal my face.

 

FLYING HIGH

 

What does it feel like to fly,
Lifting off to reach the sky?
Soaring to a new height.
A bird’s exclusive right.

All alone and way up high,
Nary a cloud in the sky.
Take me along with you please.
What can I do to appease?

I want to fly over the land
To the tune of a marching band.
Over the water, I go.
It would make a great show.