“Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her; still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.”
– Victor Hugo
Oh, to be a bird,
wings open to a changing
wind, lilting high, contented
to be a wild-roving watcher
of all the natural rhythms of life.
—C.L. Fisher, December 2021
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