I write
because I have eagles
and sea gulls inside my head
flying  
hovering above
falling and ascending
swooping and fluttering
rushing and loitering
darting and circling
At one moment  
they're dipping into the deep
iron red of Grand Canyon
searching for
green and yellow hues
and brown, pink, and gray
At another moment
they're above Pacific Ocean
becoming kings and queens
instantly, of blue skies
and endless space
How free and playful they are
Birds are everywhere
Bright colors
Careless songs
Bursting energy
They're magical
They're electrical
They're whimsical....
I write
because
I have those birds inside
my head to catch