As I soar above the clouds
Leaving everything behind,
I search the ground below me.
I have no peace of mind.
I scan every field, so cautiously,
In search of one, single thing.
Then, I see it far below
Under my metallic wing.
I drop my eggs so carefully.
And listen to their whine,
And after a few, brief moments,
I know that leave is mine.
I head to the barn so cheerfully.
It’s so close I can almost see it.
Then in a burst of flak, it’s over.
My mission is completed.
This poem was written/submitted by Victoria Phares.