When A Migratory Bird Soars Up

If you agree my friend, then I could have hide my sad poem Underneath your precious wings as I cannot fly with these iron feathers. When you migrate to a better place perhaps someone picks it and reads aloud; 'When I was in the cradle my poor Mom asked; ' Do you want to be a man or a bird? ' I said; ' Mom! I want to be a man and fly as a bird in the sky.' Then she said; ' You'll be a poet some day my dear son and crawl on this misery planet like a reptile.' [ Migration is probably the most awe-inspiring natural phenomenon.- Collins Atlas of Bird Migration.]