A myriad of birds flew through my childhood. Everywhere, there were birds of both the literal and figurative ilk. Some came by way of stories told by the “old folks”, others flew in from childhood adventures. TAKE HEED.
THE BIRDS
High above the Eagle flies,
Lord and master of the skies;
Wings outstretched to catch the breeze.
Dad said, “Time flies on wings like these”.
He once spoke of an outlandishly odd bird,
Who only flew backwards, or so he’d heard.
The bird cared not about where it was going.
It only cared where it had been.
One bird gave a monkey a terrible ride.
He dove, dipped, flipped and turned on his side.
He rocketed straight up like a jet plane in flight,
but the monkey held the birds neck with all of his might.
The bird squealed, “Please loosen your hold, I can’t breathe!”
But the monkey tightened…
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