- by A Tucker, Tatamagouche

If I was a bird for a day, I would soar high above the clouds.

Feeling that cool refreshing wind blowing on my face.

I'd dip and dive.

Somersaults, cartwheels!

I'd take a bite out of a big fluffy cloud. Cotton candy, marshmallows, fluff! Declining, more like diving down from the clouds, I'd take my aim. SPLAT! Right on a old man's balding head. He'd look up, curse and have a fit. I might even win a finger!

While I sat on the telephone wire plucking my feathers and enjoying myself.

I'd wait in the park for little boys and girls to throw balls of bread.

Moldy and stale.

They'd screech when I came toward them… scavenging for the good pieces.

Giggling, they would run back to their mommies asking for more.

I'd find a lake just by the horizon.

Floating on the water.

Watching the miraculous sunset... Orange, red, pink. Taking it all in.

I’d rise back into the beautiful sky. Looking back at the old man's balding head, now white, and the little boys and girls playing. I love my life. Then I would reach the perfect cloud. Shaped like a triangle, with little indents every so often. Almost like triangle cheese! I'd settle down. Puffing, and pinching the cloud up just a bit where my head would lay. Instantly I would fall asleep.

Sinking into that silky surface.

Dreaming and snoring softly.