How I envy a bird in mid-flight. I too have a craving for traveler's delight.
They come and go as they may please, and seem to do it with such ease.
They flap their wings and go on their way, in just one place; they can not stay.
To chase the warmth that comes from the sun, a year-round summer seems so fun.
In my eyes they look so free, oh how happy they must be.
I gaze in awe at what they do, for I just wish I had wings too.
© 2021 Nicholas Mercogliano