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 The Taste of Blood: A Ghost Story What is the Summer Solstice? Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: A Hint of Heaven and the Dance of Life Enfant Perdue Weather the Storm, My Friend She’s a Brick Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Prove You\'re Human * + 8 = twelve