Ah, to be a bird. To fly the skies, sing my song, and best of all occasionally peck someone's eyes out.
The day I am not able to fly will be a sad day for me.
This is what birds see. Only they're free and safe. The very opposite of me.
The bluebird carries the sky on his back.
No ladder needs the bird but skies To situate its wings, Nor any leaders grim baton Arraigns it as it sings.
It hardly seemed fair, because, unlike a horse or a Seeing Eye dog, the whole glory of being a bird is that nobody would ever put you to work.
I'm terrified of heights, but I think there's something really beautiful about birds and soaring, having a bird's-eye view of the world.
I am a winged creature who is too rarely allowed to use its wings. Ecstasies do not occur often enough.
