Imagine two birds
Flightless
Clinging to ground
They know too well
Envious and bitter
Gazing upward

Fully formed figures
Flapping wings
Soaked in hubris.

Patterns, shapes and plans
Of fulfillment and flight
Two modest birds
Perched on a rock
Constant.

Waddle to the water
Waddle to sleep
Waking up to a human’s feet.

Two flightless birds spared
Soaked hubris wings
Ensnared.
Dead.