Writing Prompt

The bleeding heart dove,

Gives you its love,

A desperate sacrifice in vain.

It rips the heart from its chest,

Who would have guessed,

Something so meek could endure such pain?

It cries in the night,

It was blinded by the sight,

Of something that might offer it love.

But it tore out its heart,

And it crumbled apart,

There’s no hope for rising above....

Two bright red Cardinals perched in my tree

Beautiful little creatures staring at me

There's a myth that they are friends who have passed, coming to say hello

Dragonflies can be black, blue, or yellow

Looking at me, knowing that I see you

If these are true, I believe you come here because you miss me, and you know that I miss you too

It's a good thing you are a loud callah

Because otherwise I wo...

They rise before the sun speaks,

threading sky with feathered songs—

free without ever fleeing....

In this cage both day and night

I spread my wings to take flight

No room

Although, I’m treated like a king

Hearing music makes me sing

I mostly swark

Why can’t I be a mouse

Freedom to roam the whole house

I’m caged

I think my cage is kinda rad

Alone all day gets me mad

Master will be home soon

I’m petted when on his arm

Makes me feel nice and calm

So cover me now, I’ve been fed

Now it’s time ...

Flow up high

Flying in the sky

Called birds

Screeching calls

In hopes to not fall

Soaring in the wind

Different colors

Of feathers

Brids are beuatiful...

Flying through the sky

Feathers shed as they fly

Blue, red, and more

Eagles are predators

Throw in some metaphors

Blue jays are the sea

The birds above

Like a dove

That would be a simile...

colour splashes back from an oval

its wings carry it softly and noble

his travel is of a sweet endeavor...

In the azure sky, they soar so high,

Their melodies paint the morning sky,

Chirping songs that never say goodbye.

Feathers glisten in the golden light,

In graceful ways they take their flight,

A mesmerizing, breathtaking sight.

Through forests green, they dance and play,

Their vibrant colors bright as day,

In nature's grandeur, they hold sway.

On wings of wonder, they take flight,

Bringing joy ...

Feathers spread

As bobs the head

The plummage tells the tail

And as the tern

Begins to turn

The path itself migrates

With eagle eye

Do we both fly

Staying abreast of all you do

As we lay bare

Heirs to the air

Their pecking order placed...

I listen to the beating wings

They like to stop and tell me things

They’ve traveled far and put on quite a show

The Albatross and all his friends

Fly up and down and back again

He really likes to put on quite the show

My favorite one, now, of them all

A little guy, though standing tall

The hummingbird will put on quite the show...