I drink in the pleasures of a bathing bird <br />Defiant and vulnerable upon the ground. <br />Feathers spread as waters wash to naked flesh. <br />Plump are those who feast here <br />And slow to wing their flight to air. <br />Still, they know security rests in this place <br />And so might they. <br />Paradise has many names, <br />Home is but one.<br /><br />Joyce M. Reed, Gelhaus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/serenity-15/
