Acrobat of the Air

If I could be a bird

I would be a Tree Swallow

Floating on the air

Graceful as a breeze

The sky, my playground

The nesting box, my home

Lawnmowers I would follow

Catching insects in my beak

 

An Acrobat of the Air

Is what the

Flightless humans

Would call me

With envy

As green

As my feathers

On my sun-shined back

 

If I could be a Tree Swallow

All, worry, concern

Frustration would fly away

Like me

But I’m not a bird

And Ovid’s myths are imaginary

So I stay grounded

Like the dodo

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