Flight of Curious Wings

They had a desire,

A desire to

see,

Whom willed to be

free,

That came before

thee.

A thing cowardly, Or something sully.

Call we the same,

To flight and to

flee?

So-ever did I felt?

A tought to myself...

Then through the window,

Came a gentle blow.

Was that a crow,

Or maybe a sparrow?

Caws and croaks,

Bows and flocks! Oh,

feathered sows with the wind.

Though whichever

bellows their wing.

How mellow, dear sorrowful fellow.

Yellow's your sight and slow thine flight.

Screeches your offspring,

Be it a summer or a spring.

Flowing on the slightest breath,

Flying in the mightiest glow,

Diving to fit as if it's a glove,

To nearest nest or any hollow.

Crying your kin but not to fret,

'Cus that curious mind is nothing

shallow. (hummmmm)