Cockatoo river what murmur on the sleet silted breeze set wings to strobing silver and black against the thick grey goosedown sky? Your flock's stream arcs in muscular parallel with Earth's stretch until, elated I too throw arms wide to feel the joyous horizon.
Written in response to whimsygizmo’s dVerse Quadrille prompt ‘your poem theme “stream”‘
Submitted for Brendan at Earthweal’s search for the sublime. I feel a bit lazy submitting it for a second prompt but it seems very appropriate and … well, I beg ill health. 🙂