Description: This peace I wrote to dispell the notion that
"Birds are free"
Birds Have No Freedom -------------------------------------------
When I was young, I would often stare with shaky eyes onto the mountains; its valleys and cliffs. Ooh, how I often longed only to touch them, to have that which my heart longed for.
One mourning the sky was bright red velvet that stretching from end to end. The air was clean and cold I jumped into the wind like an old pro. Liquid through my wingtips I could fly. I went to the hills I dove through the valleys, my heart pumped and I cried into the wind.
CRACK< CRACK Noise rang off in the distance. Feathers flew about me and I was flung to the dirt.
Looking up I watched the sky fade from red to black. The footsteps of a hunter off in the distance.
it took me a minute but i get it now okay poem by the way at first it took my a second to tie the first piece with the last only because i was half reading it
its a decent write in all not great not bad but decent but thats only me there was one spelling mistake instead of stare you wrote stair hey but we all make them
okay the poem like i said i get it now and can kinda relate something youve been waiting for,for so long it finally comes along and right when it comes into your grasp its pulled away with a sharp yank in this case a sharp shot