If I Could Only Fly Dove the Flicker soared higher

the Flicker soared higher

and I reveled in the thrill of the chase

As it gazed across the dwindling expanse of its habitat

casting a warm glow over the water

If I Could Only Fly Dove the Flicker soared higher"I have never known the feeling of soaring through the skies like the other pigeons. Though white and delicate, my wings have always refused to lift me. While the others glide gracefully above, I stay grounded, watching from below. At first, I longed to join them, feeling trapped by my inability. But then, I began to notice things they seemed to miss. The way the sunlight filters through the leaves, casting soft patterns on the earth, or how the