Poem #19 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: A Book of Clouds.
Back to A Book of Clouds – Introduction.
feather
in the sky
where
is thy bird
how come you
to be so
alone
~
A Book of Clouds is being woven day by day over at seventeensyllablepoetry. The first in the set is here.
Great point! 🙂
So many people we know tend to fly all over in jets all the time on vacations and to visit others. Jets pollute the air far more than do automobiles (which are bad themselves). Birds have very delicate lungs. It’s a canary in the coal mine kind of thing.
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Yes, and this canary is missing a feather. I’ve had many a pause for thought as I prepare for my first trip by air in ages.
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Well seen, Frank
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Thanks Derrick. We seem to make good cloud, down here.
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