How can i say this?
my delicate chic…
where you were born to the stable henhouse
raised to peck, running around the stomping ground
spooned in the feathers of comfort at dusk
father there to cock-a-doodle the morn
familiar, the land of which you were born
one day you will be king
to raise the roost
it is your beautiful destiny
well some, such as i,
were born with wings to fly
born atop a functioning nest
to be fed from a mouth up high
raised vigilantly
to be set free amongst the wild
wide winged with a keen eye
it’s by chance we’ve met
that i should land here to rest
although seemingly intriguing and exotic,
a grand new fixture to adorn
when you beckon the sun
as a baritone cock
wings will spread
briskly flying
into the morn
How can i say this?
sweet little chic
sweet little chic
although the same species,
some birds are meant to fly
Kay this has to be one of your very best, it has really touched me especially when you recognize we are the same with slight differences, absolutely love this one my young friend.......:-)Hugs
ReplyDeletetouching, Kay!
ReplyDeletemystery flowing,
ReplyDeleteemanating from the secret depths
We are the same just different. Wonderfully expressed. Love it. If you dont mind I would like to copy it and take it with me on my upcoming travel.
ReplyDeleteeach line talks of freedom... for the one that wants to stay and for the one that wants to fly...
ReplyDeletejust great!
loveNlight
Gabi
aint it so?
ReplyDeletekeep flying...nothing worse that a flier pinned to the earth...
ReplyDeletespread those wings & some are just as joyful on land~
ReplyDeleteFanfuckingtastic, Kay! I love this. You keep on flying, girl. Those grounded birds just have no idea of what they're missing. Blessings! xoxo
ReplyDeleteOoo la la Kay. This is a goodie. Thank you for sharing.....
ReplyDeleteThis is a gorgeous piece, deep from the heart and a wonderful way to keep yourself "un"grounded. Well said and beautifully penned. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written. We need to take advantage of those wings absolutely. =) Have a beautiful morning.
ReplyDeleteSuch lashings of sentiment - so beautifully formed with words from the heart of one with wings. Happy weekend;-)
ReplyDeleteNever a truer word said but rarely written so eloquently.
ReplyDeleteSome are born to fly, some achieve flight nd some have flight thrust upon them? Fine post.
ReplyDeleteI was at the farm yesterday and there was a renegade hen. I was told that everyday, she flew over the coop fence and into the general yard. I watched her waddle over near a fence post, settle down into the grasses and lay her egg, far from the cluckings of her village. Duty done, she would hop back over the fence. So interesting. One of 100's, doing it her way.
ReplyDeletegreat piece on many levels - loved it - fly away, fly away....
ReplyDelete...and other birds just poop on people's heads. ;-)
ReplyDeleteHey, like..."Fly Little Bird"?
ReplyDeleteOK I need to ask you Kay, on my blog, does not a link (in two places) appear in the opening paragraph above the picture? That is for the poet Peter, I'm saying...if not, email me and I'll send you the URLs. If I did not believe you would LOVE his writing, I'd not bother you with this here, OK?
YOU have a neat place here also, thought I was a "follower"...if not I'm going to DO that now. PEACE! Always...
Birds are a so meaningful symbol of plenty of messages, especially freedom and farewell...
ReplyDeleteloved this
Dulce
loved the last two lines Kay..touched me!
ReplyDeletealthough the same species,
some birds are meant to fly
:)
this is riveting.
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