As I sit in the car with mommy, I watch the birds fly by The air conditioning blows thru my hair feathers as I pretend I can soar the skies with them I push my snout closer, getting lost in... Continue Reading →
A bird flies from the snow covered branch Knocking a dusting of powder scattering beneath Without noticing it flies off The world of snow never to be the same for its feathery footsteps
Gypsy Aurora Musings 