Not Haiku

 

Life and I gave you feathers,

but you have to

grow your  own wings.

***

You thought life came with
flying lessons,
and that I should have taught you,
but when it comes to
leaping off treetops,
that can only be decided
by the courage of
the bird.

***

My hollow bird-bones are now
too tired for long flights.
I am happy to sit
on a mossy limb
and watch the young ones
soar.

***

Owls speak to me in the night.
I listen closely,
and so far
they have not yet
called my name.

***

for Carrie at The Sunday Muse