The Bird.

With my eyes closed I sit perched on a rock preparing myself for what is going to come.I roll my shoulders, take a deep breath and flutter my wings, to re-assure myself that it is time. And, i take the leap, my claws lose contact and my wings start to flutter with a calm urgency. I can feel myself gaining momentum and climbing higher, the air gets thin and the traffic up here runs low, my wings are still on the job like the engine of a ship, relentlessly chugging along. After a while, i inhale to the maximum capacity that my lungs can accommodate. Not because air here is a luxury, but to prepare myself for the treat.I open my eyes to a stunning panorama, underneath is the world that i no longer belong to, facing my is the horizon which never ends.I close my eyes shut and spread my wings out wide and i just glide, into the oblivion.

I wish i were bird.