Should Have Learned to Fly

I see the kicking birds dash loudly Through branches left haphazard Crashing leaves and crunching bark Left to their own devices. While snakes and rodents gather ‘round Poison dripping, missing by inches Run along, undiscovered wings Storm is raging forth. Take the harsh route, most widely traveled Bumping, squawking amongst the others All alone with teeth at heels Gasping, fighting, failing, dying. Lie down this endless well Survey the sky as eagles soar unabashed. Finally swoop, take notice. Looking down fierce noses and sharp beaks Utter quite judgmentally “Should have learned to fly, little ones.” “Should have learned to fly.”

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

What a interesting write you have here.
I get the concept so easily with every
line in every stanza. Very endearing in
a tragic kind of way.

[Persephone Bones]

I've always wanted to fly with the birds...