A-PLACE-TO-TAKE-FLIGHT

In A-PLACE-TO-TAKE-FLIGHT. As a breeding beautiful bird surrounded by furry feathers in a high puffy Cumulus snow cloud zooming in and out of the cloud's fluffiness, a pirate-like predatory Eagle circling its prey and dropping down deeply from a shining throne, golden polished metal and jeweled, severely high up in the scary sky, descending like a bird as a firebomb, a seagull as a Levite, a sparrow sweetly singing and catching food in its mouth as it opens wide its beckoning beak and breaks its food in half crunching.

Judiciously conserving coins and so securely jumping on a trembling trampoline bouncing in bed in higher and higher flight with fierce full force flying like a tree branch's arms outstretched in a great expanse.

A perpetual merry-go-round, an airplane on a reeling runway, a singular stone in a slingshot stretched to be shot far into the distance, a runner on a running path hiking speedily and sure, skipping like a stone on lake water, skipping with a jump rope dearly dancing.

Blinking eyes open and closed, feeling the fond footage of the flight, fearing nothing. Fondly and soundly sleeping with your eyes open.

Sifting through flowers in a melodious meadow, sifting flour to bake bread, winding braids of dear dough around each other, sucking out the gummy golden raisins with your tasting tongue, sugary coated with jelly, having holy honey, white manna wafers again to fall at lunchtime.