Original Writing-

Feeble conclusions I have reached from only a passing observation. But the warm afternoons spent regarding your flight, I have come to know you well, a Quaker bird in an unlikely home. As far as the Americas reach across the earth you have come and chosen here to build your nest. 

I hear you in the branches that tap on my window early in the morning rise, and rustle the shadows upon my walls at twighlight. You do not sing me songs, as the others have. But all the joy I can bear is when I've spied you ,one astonishing and brilliant, perched silent on a tor. Perhaps you were caught in a cage within your own mind but you soon grew restless, and with an urgent swipe of your wing, you were gone from me.  And though I've been expecting you all along, you return again to somehow catch me off-guard.  

You were meant for the full scope of North and South, of the Eastern ways and Western routes. But your wings are bound to a crowded sky.  Is it the great open that closes in on you?  Or could it be me you are reluctant to leave behind?

While it would delight me to know you are always near, bars can not satisfy your ambition. How I wish capturing you could've settled my love. Still I love you for every obnoxious scream and every fallen feather. I love you for your watchful eye and your playful flight. But mostly I love you for the glory your reflect and the praise you insight.
 
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One Step Behind- Darryn