The Wealth of the Bird and the Bear

July 25, 2013

Destitute in flight,

I am the bird

No freer,

poor, the furred bear

That shackled bear with which,

Look

Lo-

his wyrsome claws spread flight

Flapping to a more subtle;

Thing, winds of power

Soaring, himself on the better

Currents between the wind.

Ah, he is not, does not bear,

Those unfortunate manacles-

It is I

I am rich, in wings and feather,

But he -

He Is Rich In Flight

The Wealth of the Bird and the Bear.

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