Against the canvas sky,
Streaked blue, a fleeting sigh,
Of freedom's swift embrace.
Black streaks, like shadows cast,
By motion's fleeting grace,
The Junco, a feathered ghost,
In this vibrant, fleeting boast.
Of life, and flight, and speed,
A symphony of need,
To soar, to danc
Against the canvas sky,
Streaked blue, a fleeting sigh,
Of freedom's swift embrace.
Black streaks, like shadows cast,
By motion's fleeting grace,
The Junco, a feathered ghost,
In this vibrant, fleeting boast.
Of life, and flight, and speed,
A symphony of need,
To soar, to danc