Ruffled feathers

Taloned feet

Hooked to the phone line

Gray skies above mirror heavy traffic below

Everyone sitting, waiting, unmoving

A chilly breeze urges open wings

The common bird takes flight

Over the city where lights are the stars

And the sky is black

Over the bridge that holds cars like ants

And the roof is their sky

Over the homes dotted white and gray

And the sky behind glass

Then dark green and tall trees roll underway

The bird dips

Fresh air of moss and earth greet its flight

A delighted plunge

Trunks grand as columns that once were small seeds

Wings glide forward

A lake emerges smooth and full of stars

The bird swoops low

Talons skim the crisp water

Skating with its wings

Free in the night