Feel the air breeze beneath clipped wings with scotch tape repairs of colorful paper
See how my feet do not touch the ground. No, I shall not stay here. The air is too thick, prickled and dewy. Is that the air?
Watch! Look at how beautiful the colors of my feathers are. The wind takes me higher and farther, yet I feel pulled down.
Breaking the stillness of silence, a caw is hurled through the air. Trees dampen the sound.
No matter, for the wind lifts under my wings and invisible strings hoist a now tired body. This isn't how I imagined it, but at least I'm flying far away from now.
