If bird people

were the world

our lives would

span continents.

We would fly from

land to land

and wing across

the sparkling seas.

We would carry

our possessions

and our homes

along with us,

woven from alloys

featherweight yet

with the tensile

strength of steel.

We would settle

in pairs to take

our mates for life.

In some quiet inlet

we would watch

our fledglings leap

from the cliffs

in first flight.

We would create

music to fill

the skies and

temper the air

with beauty.

We would never

lose our sense

of direction.

And we would soon

find the stars

and other worlds

beyond our own.