First she fanned her wings slowly,
a Tai Chi of self-assessment -
having never flown before,
she meditatively observed
her own wingspan and range of motion,
cycled her energy away from her juicy core
into the papery extremities of flight.
Next she shivered -
small quick movements, but smooth,
like purring, idling,
an all over warm-up and
checking of instruments
before take off.
A few coordinated
full-power flaps of wings -
her grand, decorated wings -
and her feet let go, and
she rose into the green canopy.
Now I sit in an armchair to read.
My arms are vibrating with restlessness.
© Laura Seale, 2016
Photo by Linda Tanner
Gap Mills, WV
from Wikimedia Commons