A Year of Pink Poetry

Pajaro

Wings spread wide through blackened skies
Against frigid gales of doubt it flies.
We see it above, inviting our minds
To step beyond boxes, erase rigid lines.
Forward, onward, upward, pausing to rest,
Knowing whatever lies ahead is the best.
No worries encumbered, instinct is a guide,
A compass to direct flights far and wide.
Now perched on a branch, it broadcasts a song
To stake out a home where it can belong.
A family to raise, new life will take flight
As long as love remains to show us the light.

12 lines, 92 words.
Couplets (no exact meter)
Prompt: a bird.

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