Slight tilt of the head at equal ratio of pointed tail feathers

The crouch and instant stillness

Breath is held

Letting go of all constants

And giving into the unknown

Grounded no more, tethers are broken

All power is relinquished to the wind

This is done on the daily

However the risk is no less lessened

The next target is eyed

Laser focused on the destination

The body tenses in preparation

Then all is rendered motionless

Inches from the goal

Barred from full potential

Trapped by constraints

Flight only capable within the confines