A small bird made a start
A few flaps toward the sky and then
Fluttering, fell
Rested, panting, watching
Other small birds fly by,
Carefree
The bird's heart longed for
the free wide sky, and so
she made another try
Flew a little farther this time
Before plunging groundward again
On the ground, afraid and still
Fighting thousands of years of instinct to
Climb higher and try again.
She probably will, but maybe
For now it's ok to just sit, and
stay and let
the sky go by.
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