|Art and Photo courtesy of Ella's Edge|
I am a fragment
of my former plumage;
accept being alone.
my quill quiet.
Prefer soaring freely,
spinning out of control
free falling with abandonment.
Tickling, teasing, creating wonder.
Embracing nature's simplicity,
Not always thrilled to laud
a beauty's vanity,
number of enemies slain,
nor celebrate a hunter's success.
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, August 23, 2012
|Photo courtesy of "AimlessMusings2010"|
This will also be linked with Friday Flash 55 - a story (or in my case, usually a poem) in 55 words - no more, no less. (link up after 8pm Thursday's)