To fly together

 Sometimes birds fly alone 

Hunting grounds 

Farr from home 

They feel the wind beneath their wings 

And contemplate 

So many things

Then conscience calls 

A nest to tend 

Time to spend with family , friends  

Attention to the daily chores 

Time to care 

Time to mend 

But what birds love 

Most of all 

Is when winds prevail 

And up they soar 

Together across the sky they sail 

To answer

One another's call. 

Pico candiano

Cantabria

March 2025