A Bird in the Hand

One Comment

  1. Posted February 11, 2024 at 2:34 am | Permalink

    There melody catches on the wind, As I drop by, to a place where spirits fly, close to a wood, not far from home, somewhere I can be alone, just me and them, there song is there delight, change shape I just might, I sit back on the bench close my eyes and start to drift, I check my plumage, all seems in order, dreams and reality I’m at the border, so I jump, my heart skips a beat, I open my eyes and look down at my feet, solid ground a sigh of relief, I was a bird for five minutes and that’s my belief, the singing continues to help and guide me home, where did i put my phone? My favourite spot in the world, at the feet of mother nature i lay, tightly curled.
    Anthony MC Gann.

Post a Comment

Your email is never published nor shared. Required fields are marked *


You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>