Flight of Whimsy A little bird flew in my window, much to my surprise. He watched me rather quietly, a question in his eyes. So bright and shiny was his gaze, that mine was captured, too. I simply could not wait to see what he proposed to do. He trilled a song of such delight my heart was swept away. “Come, fly with me,” he chirped with glee, “’tis such a lovely day.” My spirit soared to join him as we left the room behind. O’er trees and hills and flowered fields we fluttered through my mind. The air could not have been more sweet, the company more charming. Who knew a woodland friend could be so utterly disarming? But all enchantment has its end, though nature casts her spell. “Stop daydreaming,” my mother called. And back to earth I fell. by Susan Noyes Anderson
Posted on: Fri, 17 Jan 2014 17:00:37 +0000
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