Birds flitter around,

Outside of my house,

By the window.

Chirping and tweeting,

They flutter their wings,

Blurs of feathers,

Blurs of color.

They soar to the sky,

Competing with the clouds and the sun

For attention,

Winning it briefly as they swoop down,

Into my line of vision.

And I wish for just one moment,

That I, too, could

Spread my wings,

And fly over the sun.