passing the torch
if the birds don’t rule this world
nobody knows who does
they fly in and out of dreams
as if they had been here before
first to awaken they stir the frost
with slow motion wings
opening promises above the clouds
in prehistoric times they fed without
fear of twenty gauge buckshot
back in the future they learn
to penetrate outer atmospheres
they’ve seen it all and they pass their
knowledge onto future generations
long after migrating from this world
july two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
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jdubqca 
Birds rule in my world. I look forward to seeing them every day of my life and in your poems.
Yes indeed, I am a huge bird fan!
very beautiful.
🙂