it's here – prepared or not, the time has come.
we are scared, frightened beyond belief
here is the day when we must go,
must take our undergrown wings and fly.
in time, we will learn the ways of the air,
but now, fear falters our flight.
we have never taken to the sky before –
always stayed in the comfort of our nests.
but the world is pushing us forth, and so, prepared or not, at last we fly.
Posted in response to the challenge Here.
The creature peered out from behind a boulder. Its single red eye glinted in the moonlight. There was nothing but darkness where the other eye should’ve been.
Je suis un corbeau avec un plumage noir. J’aime les bijoux. J’aime aller au parc. Je vois une femme avec un collier. Je veux le collier.
Alors, je fondre sur elle et prendre le collier. Je suis un content corbeau!
Now, I know it may seem common, even shallow —
to answer with such a simple thing,
but 'tis what draws my heart —
the Fox, silver fur, dancing in moonlight.
Comments
This is a poem about starting high school, told in the perspective of a young bird learning to fly. Throughout my high school, I too will learn to fly, and one day I will soar.
But this new chapter of my life, this leaving of the nest, is frightening.
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