If I were a bird,
I'd ride on air and often
cock my head for different
angles. At night I'd close
my eyes from the bottom,
snooze on a roost,
and rest my beak.
Anything with a brain
dreams. Oh, imagine--
you can try: what
kind of dreams do
birds dream, and why?
Maybe they dream
of staying still and having
food come to them.
Maybe they dream
of the time when they
were dinosaurs.
hans ostrom 2017
I'd ride on air and often
cock my head for different
angles. At night I'd close
my eyes from the bottom,
snooze on a roost,
and rest my beak.
Anything with a brain
dreams. Oh, imagine--
you can try: what
kind of dreams do
birds dream, and why?
Maybe they dream
of staying still and having
food come to them.
Maybe they dream
of the time when they
were dinosaurs.
hans ostrom 2017
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