Little Wings

You stand on you tiny legs and they wobble beneath you.
Momma bird waits patiently, her head beside you
in a gentle way of keeping you balanced.
I watch carefully as you spread you little wings
at the edge of the nest, small but yet so strong.
It is beautiful in a way I cannot describe,
and I stare in admiration, I stare in awe
when you leap and beat your little wings and fly
so gracefully into the unexplored air awaiting you.
You never spoke a word, yet said so much to me.

Author's Note

Often times we feel superior to animals because we are rational animals, but when we watch them with an open mind, we may find that it is truly us that has something yet to learn.

Reviews

[Tam Warink]

Yes, never underestimate those "little wings." Well put, Casanova3.

100 leaping beats