Day 7 NaPoWriMo

Most birds make it look easy
to hop up, from the ground
or taking a few strides
they gain on the air and
one beat of wings and another
they rise up, tucking legs in
until next they’re needed.
Watching them glide by
feathers clipping the air
riffling a deck of chickadees
flitting to and from
the front feeder, now empty again.
Envy not the vultures, eagles, hawks
laying on the mass of air
idly looking down, swooping in
feathers cooly and so subtly adjusting
making it look
so easy.
Easy for me to step up to the ledge
and hold my arms against the wind
leaning in against the air.
Let it go, or let gravity
control my flight.