Sometimes I wish to be a bird.

To rule the world from high and low.

To flit about on the sultry air;

to catch my dinner in midair;

to land on a branch and sing.


Sunshine on my feathers, water from a bath.

Gliding above the summer grass;

streaking along a shaded path;



a mighty king.


Married only to the currents.

No need for validation.

Oh, what a wondrous thing.



Jim Mitchem 

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Jim Mitchem

Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. @jmitchem on twitter. First novel, Minor King, out now.