My Poems

My first flight:2

Walking through the forest during the most gorgeous time of year.

I see red,

Orange,

Green,

Yellow,

Brown,

And continuous colors for as far as my eyes can see.

Do you see it too?

I start picking up my pace.

Soon I'm sprinting but I feel shorter,

Stronger even.

But at the same time I feel weak and small.

I stop sharp in my tracks.

The feeling of the leaves soft under my feet.

Soon I feel exhausted with drooping eyes.

Laying down I let my eyes wander around searching for nothing but rest.

I focus on this red-orange small limb of fur.

I find myself licking it not worried about the taste and rub it against my ear.

Softness and satisfaction comes into my immediate senses.

Everything seems so much more vibrant than when I started walking through this mysterious place full if life.

Looking back I knew all of this.

I had welcomed it without second thought.

I stand and step closer to the stream surrounded by these vibrant colors high over my head.

Looking into the water that seemed so blue as a bluejay just clear.

I saw the red-orange figure.

Blinking I realize the figure blinked with me.

It is I.

A gorgeous, sly creature lost in this beautiful mess.

Hmmmm. I tilt my head and lay to sleep in peace that I am where I am supposed to be.

But I need to get used to my fluffy tail.