Imagine I can fly
Like a plane with glider wings
Or an eagle in the sky
Or a kite without a string
I’d fly above big barns
And swoop across the ponds
Over horses running wild
Clucking chickens…honking swans
I’d fly above tall cities
With crowds of people in the streets
Soar high above the ocean
With its ships and all their fleets
Through puffy clouds
I’d glide and weave
My face, all moist with dew
Then dries quickly when I leave
To behold the sun-lit moon
Drowsy then, I’d float back through
My window and back in bed
Where dream adventures do abound
Within my sleepy head
– Obie 🐾
