Jealous am I of things that can fly.
I hook my thumbs and make finger wings.
I follow birds in their flight,
But they continue into the sunlight
And leave me spellbound, earthbound, (hellbound).
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I so agree! Flying is like nothing else. I haven't been up in several years now and sometimes I just ache for it.
ReplyDeleteI like your imagery of hooking your thumbs to make finger wings!