Their voices are familiar to me
I know their faces and their feathers
though I do not know their names.
They are my friends –
They keep me company.
They play hide and seek
with my imaginary friends and me.
The brilliance of their colors
the beauty of their songs
These friends of wing’d nature
tease and taunt and laugh.
I love them – and somehow
I feel they love me.
I believe it in my deepest soul.
Red feathers, yellow feathers
blue feathers, green.
Flapping, flying, flaunting.
If I could fly, I’d do more than
admire them from the branches.
I’d soar with them
and tease them
as they tease me.
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Editor-in-Chief of The MockingOwl Roost, Rita Mock-Pike is the granddaughter of aviatrix, Jerrie Mock, first woman to pilot an airplane solo around the world. Rita has found inspiration from her grandmother’s life and flight and pursued many of her own dreams in theatre, podcasting, novel writing, and cooking up delicious food from around the world. She now writes on food, travel, pets, faith, and the arts. She’s happily married to Matt, and faithfully serves the very fluffy kitten queen, Lady Stardust.