We are the ones
Who travel between worlds:
Carriers of messages,
Winged alchemy.
Seeing us, you see us not.
Then, from the corner of your eye,
You catch a glimpse
Of shimmering soft plumage
Sharp eyes, sharper beaks,
Talons poised to take
Their prey: your wishes, hopes and dreams
And bring them into the realm of possibility.
Who are we? We are silent. Let us go free.
Cage us not, for the construct of Man’s Ego
Is not our Home.