Sometimes I feel like a lonely sparrow on a wire watching a giant ball of birds roll across the sky as the light grows dim and evening settles in. Sometimes I feel like a duck paddling in the water, avoiding fat geese and tall swans as raindrops roll off my back, looking for breadcrumbs the children leave on the shore. Sometimes I feel like an ostrich with my head in the sand hiding from the world, pretending I'm safe; if I can't see them, they can't hurt me. Sometimes I feel like the night birds desperately gathering friends and family home before the final gloom descends leaving them lost and still searching. Sometimes I feel like the phoenix, tired, torn, and burned to a cinder, seeking the courage to rise from the ashes and fly once more.
~Elise Skidmore ©2020
All good — sometimes I feel these ways — enjoyed the rhythmic read and the emotions the stanzas roused
Thank you, Judy.