Flightless Hatchling -------------------------------------- I plucked a feather from the wings of every person I met in hopes to build my own. And yet, I still can't fly. All different shapes, sizes, and colors, glued and taped onto my bones. A stretch out skeletal shape, Affixed with nails and string to my work bench. Why grow my own feathers, When I could just take them! Copy and paste! Silently stealing... The prettiest ones are attention keeping! My feathers are all different. Which means that anyone and everyone can at least love One. of. them. I can't love my whole self when I don't even Know. who. I. am. Well, who cares! I don't need to fly! On the ground, I'm Com-plete-ly fine! No need for longing for the sky! Though, when they migrate...I'll be Stuck. Left. Be-hind!
And when the bird was left in the cold. Stuck suffering as it snowed. Just before it's body froze. Two foxes came: one orange, one white. And clenched their jaws down on the birds' useless wings. The bird stood helpless in utter defeat, As the foxes ripped off each one simultaneously. Each walking away with a part of something that wasn't theirs. To make them feel temporarily full.
