Bird’s Eye View In my feather tipsI feel the air brushIn a caress of freedomAnd in a treasured promiseOf contentmentAs the earth rollsBeneath my eyes Others are Reading On Margaret Atwood’s At the Tourist Center in Boston Pressure-sensitive Poetry: Idle Extrapolation on the Creation of the Universe Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Sunshine Crown of Thorns Accident or Sucicide The Spoiled and Disagreeable Young Man Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * + 7 = eleven