Birds of a feather

Birds of a feather
Need not group together
Natural co-existence.

Down but not out

The body looks that way
A head still held up
It's all about the spirit.

Learning from the feathered one

Preening,
it's keeping clean
it's keeping well.

When size does not matter

When small is neat,

A profile of beauty.

A moment in time

A moment in time,
Alone,
When one thinks one is alone.

When imagination reigns

Some call it horse

Some call it ass

or donkey,

It does not matter,

It's nature's delight.

Sweet in any form

The colour of sweet
The smell of sweet
If you think it's sweet
It is sweet.