The Bird

by luke
(melbourne, australia)

From simple steps on winding bough
to trembling look as mother shows
then off the edge into the sky
on first wings of flight

The suns first rays is shown to I
as my wings gain strength
on my learn to fly

and waving leafs say goodbye
and sombre monkey wonders why

Then atop the tree my wings doth wind
where snake is perched
with wry, small smile.

So as you now break free says he
I return again to what I be.

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