Tuesday, July 5, 2016

FLYING

FLYING



I’m flying.
In my dreams,
I’m soaring through the sky.
Over hills and streams.
Valleys and cities.
Never having to stop.
Flying for miles and miles.
Should I land?
Why would I?
I can keep flying forever.

I CAN SEE YOU



All is quiet.
Night is approaching.
I see humans in the distance.
And they have food.
I’m getting hungry.
There’s no hurry.
I’ll just get comfortable.
Bide my time.
They’ll still be there.
When I’m ready.
Lick, lick, lick.