freedom perspective… tenth poem.

a bird in flight has the prettiest wings

feet reaching for twigs, beak searching for things

 

wings outspread, each feather defined

places to be, no earth to bind

 

from its perspective we might see

a flying bird’s freedom surpasses a king’s

Abode… eight.

Life

Dwells

in Vessels and Shells

Where

It

Goes

… heaven knows.