woodpecker pecking awaythe neighbor’s treeI can’t see youyou see meas I stare and squintyou stop to look at me
From above, I hope you can see I've gone my own way. Been skipping continents, Though~~~As in the days after you were found, I now seem to be house bound. But the caged heart can't be contained, as you gleaned from Maya Angelou.Memory's feet cannot be tied. Their own future, they must find.
nice. I've always loved thr view from above.
Like from the window of a planeThe flying was funSeeming to soar into the heavensOnly to crash into the waters belowI see my father in worryTelling me to fly lowI could not heed and soaredHigher than the cloudsOnly to melt my wingsAs feathers fellI came down to reality
nice Icarus poem
Turkey VultureThe smell of deathWafts upwardAnd even in these thermalsThe pleasure of a mealSurpasses the giddy flightsOf soaring to the sunRick Stepp-Bolling
“Birds Eye View”Birds don’t mind what bothers meI guess we look at different thingsI see a mess and still she sings