Oh those humans lumbering along
Conceiting per usual, walking in their strident way
Some are short, some are oblong
They fill up the night and day.
There is no room for me
I am just a creature of death to them
They stereotype me and make me pay fee
For all of nothing unto their thick stem.
And never will they soon understand
I fly above them, black feathers unnoticed and clean
Their uncaring society so very bland
They will pay me in return for they have done too much mean.
But for now I will fly away
And hope there will come better day.
I hope so young bird. May you fly your wings in peace. No pests to haunt you or to be mean at you. If you need help, thee the cardinal shall give a wing to fly to when times are needed. I'm the friend in the night who shall keep thee happy and delight. I'll always fly with you wherever you go.
ReplyDeleteAnd what might you be? A crow perhaps?
ReplyDeleteNo Crow caws for attention except when needed. So nope I'm not. I do have large wings and hide in dark when needed. I fly with my wide eyes bright like moons but my eyes are dark as night.
DeleteAh, indeed. I forgot. You must be the owl.
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