I’m starting to find my wings…

I’m starting to find my wings…
Clearly, I’m designed to fly…
I want to be a real flyer…
Like an eagle or a hawk.

But first I must jump…
Faith is hard to come by…
Deep and often not so pleasant…
Can I borrow your faith until mine comes around?

I guess, I am no more frightened than anyone else…
Living with only an image and copy of paradise…
I bark “Hooya, Hooya,” and suddenly float into the air…
OMG, what do I do now?

I’m soaring, I’m soaring!
The glowing windows dotting the streets…
Over the carved apostles…
Into the rising sun.

Life seems to be all about faith…
It is like gas in my tank, or sneakers on my feet (special pup sneakers…)
It helps me to shape the empty air…
And allows me to fly.

I love you,

Annie