Swallow

[Atreides Conscript]

A chirp from above,
A wing-beat from below,
I toss, I turn, I pomp and I parry,
A bank to the left yet roll to the right,
I move and I look, and I sing, yet nary,
Nary never I think to the depths of my mind,
Nary never I hurt to the depths of my heart,
I just whistle and flock as if I were wind,
The movements of happiness on yon til the end.

[gryphonpoet]

If we could only all be swallows, wouldn't the world look and sound so much better?

Nice capture of an image deeper than it seems.

[alexander]

Great work! I can get the feeling of the poem. It is enchanting. Keep up the good work.