My heart flutters, like the wings of a bird
attempting to fly,
Wondering what it would be like,
to soar above the clouds so high.

Uncertain of releasing my wings,
wishing I would only try.
Dreaming of the feeling of being forever free'
not wanting to even ask why.

Devereaux Rene Macy


can you name this bird?

can I have a quarter?

reflections