Underground_Network
June 19th, 2009, 03:19 PM
The cardinal comes swooping in low,
Just missing the grave, old maple tree.
His black, bulging eyes are fixated ahead of him,
His sharp, protruding beak
Is closed tight, as if glued shut.
He glides across the air,
Undeterred by gravity
Or the army of wind
Tormenting him,
Trying to give him a sense
Of misdirection.
The cardinal is brave,
The cardinal is unfettered
By thought,
He continues through the fierce
Obstructing force,
The zephyr that won't
Leave him alone.
He dodges left,
Then right,
He swirls through the zephyr,
Disorienting himself
As much as the wind he is up against.
He glides closer to the ground,
Where the force of the blow is lessened.
He is almost at his goal: The sea.
He escapes the clutches of his attempted captor,
And is held back no longer.
He flies freely in a circle over the bright green sea beneath him.
He dances through the air, carelessly content.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees what is left behind him...
Fire and destruction. The zephyr has lost,
The wind has been destroyed.
Overcome by flames and deliberate devastation,
The zephyr has lost. The wind has been destroyed.
The cardinal is free and victorious.
The cardinal is a liberator, of himself and
Of others who choose to fly.
inspired by William Tecumseh Sherman
Just missing the grave, old maple tree.
His black, bulging eyes are fixated ahead of him,
His sharp, protruding beak
Is closed tight, as if glued shut.
He glides across the air,
Undeterred by gravity
Or the army of wind
Tormenting him,
Trying to give him a sense
Of misdirection.
The cardinal is brave,
The cardinal is unfettered
By thought,
He continues through the fierce
Obstructing force,
The zephyr that won't
Leave him alone.
He dodges left,
Then right,
He swirls through the zephyr,
Disorienting himself
As much as the wind he is up against.
He glides closer to the ground,
Where the force of the blow is lessened.
He is almost at his goal: The sea.
He escapes the clutches of his attempted captor,
And is held back no longer.
He flies freely in a circle over the bright green sea beneath him.
He dances through the air, carelessly content.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees what is left behind him...
Fire and destruction. The zephyr has lost,
The wind has been destroyed.
Overcome by flames and deliberate devastation,
The zephyr has lost. The wind has been destroyed.
The cardinal is free and victorious.
The cardinal is a liberator, of himself and
Of others who choose to fly.
inspired by William Tecumseh Sherman