The Spark in the Sky

Silhouette of bird flying


Soaring through the sky,

a falcon with a shimmering eye,

shinning sharp claws,

large feathery wings,

pulled down on the ground it saw a mouse browned.

Then it was soaring, and I definitely don’t think that is boring.


Poem by Gracelynn Mehta

Doodling and drawing since the age of 5, I thought to give words to my pictures, so I can put my imagination out well and explained. Which somehow created an interest within me, to write and rhyme. Letting you know I’m 8″, which I think its absolute great. I am in New Hampshire, a place that is almost for me, with coldness and windy weather, its a place I almost would be.