by Týsköll » Fri Jul 28, 2023 9:49 am
Mother bird felt it was time;
So three birds were helped out of the nest.
The birds all went down in free fall,
They squawked and spun around out of control.
Then one bird began to instinctively flap,
Then another, then another,
Still the ground approached rapidly.
Mother bird sat in the nest, not even watching the falling birds.
Father bird flew down behind them, screaming "Fly you fools! FLY!"
One bird heard him from his right ear,
This bird struggled and barely slowed his descent.
His vision became red as blood, and he raged,
"Why Mother? I hate you for doing this!"
One bird heard him from his left ear,
This bird struggled but felt the wind beneath his wings,
His vision had been red, but lifting slightly, it softened to pink.
"Oh Mother, I love you! I'm coming back Mother!"
The third bird heard him so loudly he couldn't focus,
His brothers either side screaming confused him even further,
He couldn't think, he couldn't understand anything anymore,
He could see the ground approaching, and screamed in defiance,
All of his senses, his entire being were overloaded - except his Will.
This third bird flapped so hard he forgot he was doing it,
He flew so hard and straight up, that his vision became black.
In his blacked out state, seeing nothing, he stopped.
For a single moment, he didn't move in any direction or see anything.
As his vision restored he saw only pure white around him,
Then the white swirled, he saw it was clouds and fell through.
Then he saw the nest, he saw his brothers, he saw, everything else;
All the things that he never knew about, an unexplored infinity of possibilities.
This bird flapped, not too hard, not too slow,
Not only his left wing, not only his right,
This new bird flew calmly, with majesty, as great eagles do.
He missed his Mother, he would return to visit sometime,
He knew there wouldn't be room, Mother would have more babes to raise,
But he would visit, after he built a new nest – his way.
Mother bird felt it was time;
So three birds were helped out of the nest.
The birds all went down in free fall,
They squawked and spun around out of control.
Then one bird began to instinctively flap,
Then another, then another,
Still the ground approached rapidly.
Mother bird sat in the nest, not even watching the falling birds.
Father bird flew down behind them, screaming "Fly you fools! FLY!"
One bird heard him from his right ear,
This bird struggled and barely slowed his descent.
His vision became red as blood, and he raged,
"Why Mother? I hate you for doing this!"
One bird heard him from his left ear,
This bird struggled but felt the wind beneath his wings,
His vision had been red, but lifting slightly, it softened to pink.
"Oh Mother, I love you! I'm coming back Mother!"
The third bird heard him so loudly he couldn't focus,
His brothers either side screaming confused him even further,
He couldn't think, he couldn't understand anything anymore,
He could see the ground approaching, and screamed in defiance,
All of his senses, his entire being were overloaded - except his Will.
This third bird flapped so hard he forgot he was doing it,
He flew so hard and straight up, that his vision became black.
In his blacked out state, seeing nothing, he stopped.
For a single moment, he didn't move in any direction or see anything.
As his vision restored he saw only pure white around him,
Then the white swirled, he saw it was clouds and fell through.
Then he saw the nest, he saw his brothers, he saw, everything else;
All the things that he never knew about, an unexplored infinity of possibilities.
This bird flapped, not too hard, not too slow,
Not only his left wing, not only his right,
This new bird flew calmly, with majesty, as great eagles do.
He missed his Mother, he would return to visit sometime,
He knew there wouldn't be room, Mother would have more babes to raise,
But he would visit, after he built a new nest – his way.
