Moment In Flight
written by: Clay Miller
Flapping wings in chaotic rhythm in the air.
Here, there and it feels like everywhere.
In that moment is it coming my way or flying away? Who is to say? I cannot.
Does it even know I’m there? Does it even care?
Its echoing call is all I can hear. I wonder, is it aggression, a warning to others or fear? I know nothing.
Do I move, do I stay still, do I scare? Questions flood as I’m engulfed in the slow sound while in there.
Am I ruining this natural flow by being or do I play a part? In that moment I seem to be little to this little being.
Flapping wings now make me smaller and as the moment passes I, for a time, miss seeing what I cannot do.
It was all a better moment than most.
Writer of poems, limericks, songs and an amateur storyteller from Kentucky. Avid reader, huge Kentucky Wildcats and Steelers fan, home baker, craft beer, movies and Classic Rock. On a quest to visit all 50 states.
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