Man has copied your wings, we long to fly
You have so much of what we desire
Freedom of flight, freedom of fun
I am pulled down to earth by heavy thoughts.
I drove down the hill, aware you were there
A pack of three sitting in the road
Why were you not in flight?
How did you not see me coming?
My anticipation of getting to my destination
Allowed me to slow, slightly, but not enough
I meant you no harm as you thudded hard
My windshield wasn’t even dented.