Mating Season

28th  Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling



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Through transitions and emotions.
Days and nights.
Fate or coincidences?
The flock of seagulls screaming, hurling towards the ocean.
The great deep of unknown.
Crashing waves and strong winds blowing through the lightest of feathers.
Gliding gently through the air as if the sky was never touched.

Slow segregation the feathered beasts find partners.
For it is the season.
The sun shines and all are happy,
Happy gliding and flying through the skies virginity.


One has found a pond, a lake, a loch.
Floating as a single feather.
Alone,
Floating.
As a boat in a bathtub.
Being pushed around by the careful fixed motion of the waves.
Alone.
Birds, floating with
But ethnic to him.
Blue, grey, white, black.
Floating alone.


The flock flies in pairs,
Dancing through the air.
The pas de deux, so elegant and defined.

This single bird cannot be involved.
Alone, floating, gliding.


For this bird wished he had no wings,
No beak,
No feathers.
This bird just wants to be choreographed into this pas de deux.

-This bird can’t dance.