High in the Sky
by Adelle Peleg (aged 13, New Jersey, USA)
I walk silently, gracefully, feeling the wet leaves beneath my feet.
I listen to the forest sounds, the birds singing to their loved ones,
But I am alone, different, unique.
The sun comes out from behind the clouds, making my orange, striped fur appear to be on fire.
I stretch out my caramel colored wings,
Feeling the sun's warmth soak into my light feathers.
It feels incredible.
I begin to run, increasing my pace with every step,
Hitting the ground harder and harder.
I leap, my fifteen feet wide wings catching me.
I flap them in rhythm, up, down, up,down.
Higher than the tallest trees
And my melancholy fades away.
I'm finally free.
alan gregor (Dundee, Scotland): Good poem about freedom, like flying. Some size of bird. And it's got fur. Mmmm. I love the hutzpah of birds. A hutzpah that comes from not being earth-bound like us. Humanising animals I think is a bit iffy. Of course its not hutzpah, which is something people have. It is just the nature of birds to fly.