Did you ever see a bird hanging on air
As if to savor just being there
Tasting, without eating, birds’ colossal gift
Load + drag = thrust + lift
Floating, drifting, wings spread wide
Occasionally flapping to keep up high
Above all the conflict and misery
Wrought on earth by arson and larceny
Keeping away, above the fray
To avoid being made
Fake by a lie
Or into a sour, bitter mince pie
© March 2012
