Flight

Am I on the run
to escape the predator,
hunting my species?

Fearing the other,
reach safety with my own kind,
a familiar nest?

Who is giving chase,
what fear pumps my heart, my legs?
Do I really know?

Can I run from me
to a height from where I can
survey my landscape?

Legs, wings and fancy
gave us the power of flight
before trains and planes.