Such feathered things
The winged sings
This ancient wisdom and
All it brings
To cut the skies
And claim the prize
To give it all
Without surprise
A birdlike grace
And sentient face
The angels fall
To be replaced
Such feathered breeds
These demon seeds
Are all that we
Will ever need
(c) Helen Valentina 2016
And maybe a little wine.
LOL. Thanks John! 🙂
🙂