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Floating, fleeing, flying in unison, Playing above the horizon. Freeing their feathers from damp and from cold, Perching almost perfectly far from reach or hold.
Strikingly, high pitched notes curl and twirl through the frozen, marble forest. Shimmering, deep ruby feathers decorate the majestic robins chest.
Feathers dull, common accessory Yet there's more to you than meets the eye To the naked eye I wonder why Tell me, do you lie.
August light catches the roosting falcon. In Indian summer twilight. A momentary lapse in the sombre hues. Cast from the sinking sun. A pause enough for the pale grey feathers. To catch fire.
#nightdwellers The nightjar, feathered ink, takes flight - Behaves like shavings of the night. He sings electric, buzzing odes, A darkness engine on cloud roads.
As the sisters Take their flight The dark feathers fading From our sight As they soar high Into the air All humans do Is stand and stare.
Early one morning a raven took wing, Up up he rose on the winds of spring, Far up above all the clamour and din, Around the blue skies he did tumble and spin.