Oh the Freedom
by Angel Swemmer
The ability to soar over fields, rivers, farmlands, mountains. Looking down on my realm.
Not concerned about anyone but myself.
Sleeping when and where I like.
Eating what and whenever I want.
Just a glimpse of my shadow can strike fear into the hearts of most- and admiration into the minds of others.
Oh what glorious freedom is this. Simple, natural mastery of the skies. What I was born to do. What I know how to do.
If I close one eye and put my head close to the bars of my cage, I can sometimes watch my brother wheel overhead, and I remember.