Feathered Ways

Like a bird flushed
Out from its hiding

Exhilarating
Yet terrifying

Looking for a
Place to land

But everything’s a
Trap pre-planned

And I don’t trust anything
Feeling so overwhelming

Now flapping into
Squawk-panicking

In never before
Defense tactics

I mean how silly is it to
Lose sense of direction

When maybe what
I have looked for

Has at last found to
Gently ground me?

But being a bird
“Bird’s the Word”

Senses demand I
Only tread lightly