When a bird dies

distorted mikey

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 Offline)
  • Published: July 28th, 2022 15:26
  • Category: Unclassified
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