THREE WORD WEDNESDAY
Pyrotechnic aviator, strange immortal bird!
Heat was meant to vanquish you! Maybe you hadn't heard!
Once your mortal days are ending, then you build a nest;
Every part of it is burning, singeing the feathers on your breast.
Now you're rising from your demise to live a thousand years!
Immortality through effort! That's your secret, it appears!
X-ellent and mythic creature! I would revive like you
Over and over from the fire, always beautiful and new!
See tomorrow's blog for imaginative play.