To A Bird

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.

-LGF

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