~ Birds of a Feather ~

  ...friends flocking together...
flying high on the rising breath of our laughter coming to know each other by the sound of our beating wings ~         clucking.   chortling.  crowing and cawing in ways that only we can understand ~       sometimes alone but always within each other's hearts     nurturing one another, being a mother to our more fragile selves.
    tenacious yet gentle enough to land on a dandelion fierce with our words in our loyalty to one another. 
    always looking out for one another while remaining our truest selves...     ~ Blessed be ~

Levora