If I was a bird

Paradise Island, 1996

If I was a bird
If I was a bird and so were you…
I’d kiss you with the gentle pecks of a parrot
I’d dive down for you with the lightning speed of a falcon
I’d shout out my adoration for you with the piercing calls of a cuckoo
I’d run towards you with the powerful strides of an ostrich
I’d sing for you from the highest tree with the sweet melody of a nightingale
I’d dance for you with the up and down bobs of a love-struck albatross
I’d cry out for you with the plaintive lament of a lonely fish eagle
I’d swim for you with the splashy kicks of a grebe
I’d soar to reach you with the majestic glides of a Martial Eagle on a rising thermal
I’d hover above you like a kingfisher before its plunge
I’d look at you with the unblinking gaze of a forest owl
I’d woo you with the gentle coos of a turtle dove
I’d prepare a home for you with the meticulous care of a weaver
I’d stroke your feathers with the soft caresses of a love bird
I’d fly south – across ocean and land – with the single minded purpose of a swallow seeking out the summer…
To sweep you up in my wings and hold you close.

Written:  1996