Freedom

Whirling, twisting through the air

what a thrill — just watch for the eagle looking to kill.

Riding invisible roads going who knows where, birds soar high as only they dare

masters to go wherever they care.

Past all kinds of magical cumulous clouds

earth covered below in wisplike shrouds.

Rollercoaster, the pure joy of it all but as they look down

can they, do they, share the dreams of man

who would sell his soul to whirl and twist and with the flick of a wrist do as they can?