PLZ tell me what you think! It is a wip, so there will be
more, i just dont know what yet. Ideas?
By fields green with fertility,
and the silver stream's tranquility,
I lost my prized ability;
My ability to fly.
Though the trees beckoned me sweetly,
other birds, they soared elitely,
forming perfect flocks so neatly-
neatly gliding up so high.
As I gazed into the yonder,
My thoughts began to wander,
finding i was never fonder-
fonder of the soft blue sky.
As i deeper delved in grieving,
I could feel my valor leaving,
I nearly found the thought relieving:
Free my soul and wait to die.
A sudden fear surrounds me,
like this cage enclosed around me,
and my lack of strength astounds me-
Give up without daring to try?
With a new found frustration,
upset at my limitations,
and though full of consternation,
That last thought I now deny.
(a quiet voice still wonders why,
"Still your tongue" comes my reply.)
Then swooping from a glide,
my sister Crow landed beside
the cage where I reside-
That oppressive, hind'ring sty!
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