Ruffled feathers Taloned feet Hooked to the phone line Gray skies above mirror heavy traffic below Everyone sitting, waiting, unmoving

A chilly breeze urges open wings The common bird takes flight Over the city where lights are the stars And the sky is black Over the bridge that holds cars like ants And the roof is their sky Over the homes dotted white and gray And the sky behind glass

Then dark green and tall trees roll underway The bird dips Fresh air of moss and earth greet its flight A delighted plunge Trunks grand as columns that once were small seeds Wings glide forward

A lake emerges smooth and full of stars The bird swoops low Talons skim the crisp water Skating with its wings Free in the night