One Day

“One Day I’ll Fly Away” Photography by Hayley Roberts



One Day
“With a deep, visceral ache, she wished her true form might prove to be a sleek and shining one, like a stiletto blade slicing free of an ungainly sheath. Like a bird of prey losing its hatchling fluff to hunt in cold, magnificent skies. That she might become something glittering, something startling, something dangerous.” – Laini Taylor

I dreamed I was a bird – a sparrow
pecking at bread left in mercy on the snow.
I dreamed I was a hawk soaring over the
tops of trees and looking down at earth,
I dreamed I was a crow hopping happily down the road
and calling out loudly to the other other crows
to explore the shiny things I saw
by the side of the road.
I dreamed I was an eagle in a two ton nest
looking after my eggs.
I dreamed I was a falcon hunting down my prey
on the steppes of the Gobi desert,
and returning to the arm of my falconer with meat in my beak.
I dreamed I was an owl soaring under the silent stars
and between the trees. gliding, gliding.
I dreamed I was a bird
born wild and free.
I had all these dreams and more
as I became a bird –



3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Carrie V. H.
    Jul 29, 2019 @ 13:08:19

    Oh Toni this is glorious! I love how you explore each bird and what it would do. This is a new favorite for me of yours! I love it!!!


  2. fireblossom32
    Jul 29, 2019 @ 13:30:44

    Dreams of flying are among the best.


  3. TheRustGeek
    Jul 29, 2019 @ 23:09:55

    Different birds, different pleasures but all free to be.. Nicely done!


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