A bird looks at an eggshell
and can't remember
why it looks familiar-
how they came to be.
In the pond
the ripples look more
relatable than their
reflection,
ruffled feathers almost unrecognisable,
and on their way back
to their nest
they walk,
freezing their feet
in the snow,
because they've forgotten
they can fly.
- Author: distorted mikey ( Offline)
- Published: July 28th, 2022 15:26
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 17
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