Have you ever truly
seen how majestic a bird is
when in flight?

With wings outstretched,
feathers fluttering in the wind,
it reaches heights.

Or simply flies low
above ground, hoping, a tasty
worm to sight.

Then again it soars,
till it is just a speck against,
the clouds white.

Sometimes, it just glides,
its shadow trailing on Earth in
warm sunlight.

Oh, watching a bird
flying high and free, is indeed
a delight.

Day 18 and a Triverse

 It's a fun poetic form developed by William Carlos Williams. 

Here are the triversen rules:Each stanza equals one sentence.Each sentence/stanza breaks into 3 lines (each line is a separate phrase in the sentence).There is a variable foot of 2-4 beats per line.The poem as a whole should add up to 18 lines (or 6 stanzas).

~Robert Lee Brewer on Poetic Asides (www.writersdigest.com)~

I took the liberty of making the phrases rhyme. (I have a fetish for rhymes).