Do you remember?
Mama told you and I
That our wings would take us places never before seen
To the fifth and sixth seasons that humans know not of
As the winds ruffle my feathers
I chuckle as I recall my doubt when mama spoke
Twirling and sailing in the air
I speed up then slow down then speed up again
On black, grey then white cotton carpets we float
Gurgles of laughter echo in the wind
Songs or tweets to their ears,
In unison, our beaks open and close
A flock in sync.
Mama is not far behind.
A call from the sun
Tiny wings beats in response
Adieu, dear winter.
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This Haibun is in response to Colleen’s weekly Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge
The prompts for this challenge are FLY and SING (synonyms only).