Bird Without Wings
- Thomas Fazio
- Apr 22, 2022
- 1 min read
Landbound
Overwhelmed by the large world that surrounds me.
Sixty foot oak trees that I will never sit upon—
Forever attached to the ground
Where dangers lurk around every corner.
A creeping cat, ready to pounce.
Unable to escape.
Unable to feel the freedom of soaring through the sky
Where there’s nothing but soft welcoming clouds as far as the eye can see.
Upon the arrival of winter,
Snow begins to fall and the world freezes over.
My family— able to escape,
Leaving me behind to accept my cold fate.
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