Love is a Bird

 Love is a bird.

It flaps and soars in its feathers,
reaching far above our heads
outstretching boundaries
yet it shies away
if you try to touch it

And

Love is an eagle,
catching prey with it's claws,
Ruthless and majestic, a national symbol
Even higher in the air drafts,
fanatic photographers click as rapidly as they can
for the rare specimen

Love is a sparrow,
Small and unconcerning
littering the ground

Love is a vulture,
Devouring what is left across
on the road of death 
a Survivor beneath a boiling sun
circling above in desperation

Love is a Mockingbird,
Singing to the full moon, early horizon
the mimicry
But if it doesn't sing,
remember the interchangeable diamond ring"

Love is a Cactus Wren,
Curiosity of the unknown,
and the same home

Love is a Blue Jay,
Bold and inventive
the sound of the alarm

Love is a Woodpecker,
Constantly barging into your head
for a nest

Love is a Hummingbird,
Hovering for nectar

Love is an Owl,
Turning your head 180 degrees,
below the moon, silent wings
will capture you unprepared

Love is a parrot,
Repeating to you,
what you already know

Love is a Seagull,
Preying on the
everyday swimmers

Love is a pelican,
Holding in its mouth
Words you do and do not want to hear

Love is a Flamingo,
femininely pink,
Plastics standing on one leg
in the fresh-cut grass

Love is a penguin,
Surviving in the Freezing
Flying beneath the Sea

Love is a Goose,
trumpeting loudly

Love is a Duck,
Floating listlessly

Love is a Chicken,
Shivering for safety
to lay some eggs

Love is a Peacock,
attracting attention
with it's shimmering colors

Love is a Quail,
always in the family
with its bobbing head,
on the outlook

Love is an Ostrich,
Large in size,
yet can be indespensibly
cruel and small-minded

Love is a Kiwi,
plumage already full
when out of the shell

Love is a Starling,
pushing others out of
their comfortable homes

Love is a Crow,
Searching through the after-math

Love is a Raven,
an omen of death

Love is a Bird-of-Paradise,
confessing an elaborate display
Desperate behind the mask

Love is a Dove,
a green fern in its beak
reigning peace
throughout for land

Love is a Swan,
necks in elegant arches
white amongst blue
bowing their heads
before the clouds

For

Love is a Bird.

Whoever able to catch it,
lying bait all over the mauve soil,
will put them in a cage,
either sold or kept,
Will it be the same?

Or if the eye sights the color,                                        Or do they wish for Freedom? 

Can anything fail beneath their gaze?                           Trying their best to open the door            Pushed violently back by the ferocious wind                            "Escape"

The answer lies in Eden.                                                who is the one behind bars?

Lies can haunt the air                                                     To set free

however my dreams, but they still fly constant

It does not fail,                                                                Does Love dream,

For only wings can brace it.                                           in technicolor hues?

I wish for Sky.                                                                 For I know I wish for Blue.

*By Me(Whatever)