Beak aloft in preparation for ascension // Soon, I'll be soaring high above the vastness // Wait. // There they are // Masses of them // Eyes downcast, as if frightened // Gullible - trapped, perhaps - in their ways. // The vastness is to them unknown.
Biding Time
It may have seemed as if we were accepting but we were just biding time. // Nesting, sucking in energy, drawing breath. preparing for the moment when we would fly.