Feeling the urge to write

A sonnet  with fleeting birds.

Left in my imagination

Are most of my simple words.

There can be no stand still

When I set my mind to write.

Each word has its meaning

That comes to me in sight.

I heard their feathers flutter

As I startled them in flight.

Nothing amazes me more

Than to see God's creatures.

What is more beautiful

Than a bird in full wing?

Their colors amaze me,

As no two seem alike.