In winter
I wandered
Through blanketed hills
In search of
Nirvana
Of lessons and thrills
When one day
I spotted
An owl in the snow
Sitting still
Looking up
Young eyes cast a glow
What is it?
I wondered,
Stepped closer to see
“I can rise”
– said the owl
“Take note and watch me!”
A fledgling
With feathers
He gathered his might
Flapping wings
With a jump
Then, rose into flight
Upward bound
Over trees
Freely, he did soar
O’er mountains
And valleys
Each path lending more
Circling back
Home to rest
Sitting, with a sigh
Beauty lives
Everywhere
When one learns to fly
© 2024 Phil Perkins
PHOTO CREDIT: modified photo from unsplash.com.
Ventura Highway, by America (1972) – see lyrics here.
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