Open the book of bird to the page where the robin sings and soars and no one can stop him, not even himself.
sounds as if an angel just walked into an Opera house with him, Soaring and singing loud and clear.
With every robin starring at him, admiring him, listening, studying, Taping, even just watching that bird sing like an angel.
Wings keep fluttering nonstop, voice in some minuets high and others so low you wouldn’t even think of it being a bird.
high pitched like squeal of a chickadee off its routine of chickadee dee dee dee, to some other song that was still high but different, good but not the same, still singing like a chickadee, an angel, and even an opera singer,
flying like an air plane and fluttering like a butterfly.
Writer and editor Faith Piowaty