I Write as a Bird

I write as a bird soars the crimson sky. The peering eyes of my pen search for food. They gaze upon a thought, a dream, my prey. I swoop and, with my talons, catch the thought. I mold and claw it ‘till I reach the meat. My beak clutches the thought with pensive force. I spread my feather’d wings and fly away; The blazing flames of dreams upon my back.