When I see quite the quiet quail,
I quiver.
When I spot the proud peacock prancing,
I ponder.
When I hear the wonderful warbling of the wood warbler,
I wander.
When I feel the reclusiveness of the rail,
I remember.
When you retreat into the reeds,
I reset.
When in Reason’s nest,
my mind may rest.
You were a feather in the wind,
when I
was the young breeze
beneath your tired wings.