Setting the timer for five minutes. Topic: Flight. Go.
I spread my wings and open myself to the wind. The sky pulls me up, gathering me within, taking me to heights most only dream of. I flap my delicate yellow wings, directing myself, soaring above the houses and gardens. The gardens—the wonderful flowers.
The breeze abates, and I glide downward … settling, nuzzling into the heart of a red-pedaled saucer. Its nectar—sweet and simple—nourishes me, makes me thankful for all that is good in my life.
Flight. Simple. Clean. I spy a yellow butterfly sitting on a red flower. I swoop down, and snatch it from its perch. It crunches in my beak.
Sweet, simple. It nourishes me, makes me thankful for all that is good in my life.
Into the sky I soar.
Time: Four minutes, sans cleaning up typographical errors.
I think that one will fall into the “poetry” category. Dunno.
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