Birds
One thing about birds.
Not a one of them smiles.
Not ever.
Yet, give me wings
and I imagine my face ripping
off from the smiling alone.
Not to mention the wind itself
hollowing out my jowls
as I swoop and dive.
Defying what I know about gravity
in a macabre smile
thinking thoughts
no bird, anywhere, has
ever thunk.
-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2012 --
Have a great Monday!
*****
4 comments:
Why do we all dream of flying – and smiling?
Maybe birds do smile – and we just don’t recognize their version of a smile… :)
I love this piece of work. Thanks Cip
Beth -- we dream of flying because walking is so..... pedestrian. I admire the gift of flight, but I do feel sorry for the pigeons all huddled on my balcony when their soaring is done, their little bird-knees knocking in the cold.
Thank you, BBB.
I loved this poem Cip! But birds are probably meh! about flying, it's probably pedestrian to them... maybe they wish they could walk gracefully :)
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