Wallow hatchling
Continue, flap your featherless wings
Attempt to soar
But falter too busy-
Watching your siblings-coward
Watching them
Judging them
Attacking them
Contempt and envy your only caw.
Too busy-to
Walk across the street
Can’t even imagine what it looks like
Let alone ask-why?
Clutch mates are urged on-by you!
Only to flatten on pavement
As you snicker-breathing exhaust.
You-proud; with shallow victory,
Still haven’t got a clue
Why they tried to cross the road.
jrc 5-6-96
edited 12-08-2009
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When do you sleep? I love this poem....
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