The Flight of A Bird

The Flight of A Bird
by Dana Teves

A bird flies high above the trees,
Seeing the lush green grass below,
Feeling the wind beneath its wings.

A bird flies low across the land,
Skimming its talons on the water,
Droplets raining on its back.

A bird sees fire up ahead,
Its embers beautiful and dangerous,
Clouds of smoke high above its head.

A bird looks down on the flames,
Feeling it nip at its body,
Caressing its feathers with tender strokes.

A bird dives into the heat,
Dancing in the light glow,
And in the air the scent of scorching meat.

A bird flies, its wings spread,
But it won’t be long
Until it’s dead.