Author Description

Birds of a feather will often flock together, at least until the cat comes around - an always hungry cat, armed with sticks and stones in twitchy paws, so very eager to break the bones of their favorite meal. Here, however, in this literary aviary, there are no starved felines, nor any jagged stick, nor any heavy stone ready to bruise your bones. So, come, friend. Perch where you please, and rest your weather-beaten, weary wings. Pluck out those fear-feathers, and let them be carried away on by the wind's soothing tides. Come and delve into this poetry collection centered on the aerial artists with songs in their soul. Feel free to preen your mind's plumage of your worldly woes, and let your mind do the soaring for a change.