The wind sometimes blows birds out of
The trees, and the birds might even fall
For a second. But then they fly up and up,
Until they find a sturdier limb on which
To perch. Or they ride the breeze, feeling
The strength of the current in their
Feathers, enjoying the sensation and
Power of the mighty gusts. A bird
Becomes one with the air, be the air still
Or moving. A bird learns where the air is
Calm, and where it is strong, using both
To its advantage, responding to changes
As they occur. Make me like a bird!
I wish Walmart sold gorillas and African
Lions. But then that would mean
Someone would have to go trap them and
Sometimes kill them. So, I don’t. Besides,
What would I do with a gorilla or a lion?
I was wondering if airplanes fly higher
When they have happy thoughts or if a
Cowboy can lasso a calf from a helicopter.