So they then have been cast <br />grappling with present past. <br /> <br />Down soft to touch yet <br />must be shed <br />in honor of flight <br />that sends them high. <br /> <br />Feathers of breed different kind <br />fight to the death <br />defend there young <br />knowing all well <br />that some such fights <br />will shatter the nest <br />none then may know <br />freedom of light called flight. <br /> <br />Tender there young doth they <br />enjoin the bond they stay. <br /> <br />Mighty talented in flight <br />magnificent sight. <br /> <br />The regale of such makes <br />you take a deep sigh <br />perhaps have you thinking <br />looking for one of the reasons <br />the sky is still there. <br /> <br />Trading places without care would I<br /><br />Uloia Norris Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-feathers-rain-down/
