Caellum Matthews/Jamie Madrox (caelrox) wrote in doors,
I sit on the roof watching a bird flying over head, I wonder what it is looking for as it shifts in direction and speed, It is searching for something, beginning to descend. It pulls back up, heading towards the sky, and then plunges once more, It's own ebb and flow with wings that have come close to the sun.
His next decent brings him closer to the tree, I see now, the next, hear the little voice within, The bird cries, the fledgeling responds until they are one, The fledgeling is drawn up, perched precariously on the edge He wobbles, questioning his own instincts.
Then he falls, flapping, trying to find the center, the balance, As he is about to land, his wings spread, and he turns upward, Squeaking victory, he soars, he finds what they were both seeking. After a few turns in the air, they return safely exhilarated and exhausted. Their home awaits, warm and welcoming, beckoning them back. Secure, but with the promise of more to come. I understand that feeling. I am home.