As we sit
in the great metal tube we imagine ourselves birds awaiting the freedom only the sky offers.
The clouds reach down
swaddling us and we realize that we have yet to fledge, likely never will do so.
Peering out the small
window, the earth shrinks and grows large again, and as we step out, the birds look at us and feel only pity.
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The birds in the wetland
speak to me in my dreams, telling tales of what this place was before we arrived and forever changed it.
They don’t curse us, although
they remind us we are cursed by our own actions, but they do pity us, ground bound living in our own waste.
In the morning the birds
have disappeared, a few vultures carrying off the bodies left by the bobcats whose territory we have made our own.
At night I say a prayer
for the departed birds, and in my dreams they come again, and reject my prayer as hollow and seeking only absolution.
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As you look at him or her
do you see someone with a beauty you only wish you had, or someone you pity for lacking your beauty?
As they look at you
do they see someone with a beauty they only wish they had or someone they pity for lacking their beauty?
When I look at either of you
I see a person like myself, feel neither jealousy or pity for in those emotions the moment is truly wasted.
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do not know or accept boundaries
freedom to fly where and when they will
here and there look down on people sadly, knowing gravity is our prison
draw lines to keep others out ourselves in our space private
infinite space and freedom and pity for us
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The birds look at us as though we had two heads. They cannot, they say, comprehend how we can stand to live in boxes, to travel in metal containers, to be stuck forever to the ground. They say that food should be picked then eaten instantly, not packaged and half thrown away. They say they cannot see how we are supposedly more evolved than they, for they have the sort of freedom about which we only talk endlessly. But most of all, and saddest of all, we know they pity us as we pity ourselves.
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They gather in the trees
their morning prayers
Only three arrive
our morning walk.
There is a reason
but the crow
tests our credulity.
A wintered branch
under the weight
of the blackness.
There is much
gnashing of wing.
A single bird
but we lack
but why are they
it is Friday?
Would that they
and would heed
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