SOMETIMES I IMAGINE...

Sometimes I imagine I am a bird, I flutter my wings and I rise high into the sky above me.
The cool breeze rips along my body as I soar and swoop in the air.
I am now very high, free to do whatever I like, go wherever I want.
I look down and I see many people way below me dotted on a beautiful beach.
Some of the people are stretched out taking in the suns rays, others are splashing in the water and riding upon the waves.

I stop fluttering my wings and I soar, loving the sensation of stopping still against the full force of the wind.
I gently land on the sand and now I can feel the heat of the sun carressing my body, my feathers float gently in the breeze as I briskly walk across the hot sand and then wade into the foamy waters, flying up every now and then to dodge the myriad of waves as they crash in towards me.

There is a large building on this beach and I see many of my kind are perched up high on a wall resting for a while as their bodies are warmed by the sun's rays.
Their heads nod drunkedly to and fro as they fight sleep and every now and then one calls out to another.
I call out to them and they call back to me.
One of the little people comes running towards me yelling excitedly and I take flight to rise to safer and higher ground with my kind.

I sit on the wall for a while and take in the magnificance around me. I am sitting on a giant castle and I feel like I am on top of the world.
I talk to my new friends and our voices are raised high above the din of the waves crashing and the wind blowing, we talk about our travels and the many things we have seen.
Soon my friends and I with a flurry of excited wings, almost in unison, rise up into the air and we continue to call out to each other as we soar high into the sky with much vigour.
We have everyone's attention now and I enjoy being part of the show.

I can hear some of the little people crying out in delight as they stare up at us watching us as we tear around and I look down and see them lift their arms as they run around and try to fly too.
Soon I grow weary and with one final call I bid the little people on the beach farewell and my new friends and i fly away towards my home for the night.

By Anthea.