It is a blissful day to fly
The sun shines on my wings – the shiny black feathers and the gleaming white
I am proud of who I am!
I hear movement in the house beyond -the human is out and about
I know I am safe – we have history
She feeds my youngest who squeaks all day
I trust her – she’s okay
She looks at me and I at her
I wonder why she doesn’t fly
She walks about the yard
Without any attempt – she doesn’t even try!