drip drip drip
like the tears from a sparrow
whose wings were clipped
by a being that envied
her friendship with the sky and the air.
tap tap tap
nervous fingers drumming
against a hard surface
begging it to lend them it's security
and it's ability to stand
thump thump thump
a heart rushing to win the race
that we die to complete
but dreading the denouement
when the cold sets in.
who are we to clip her wings
when we so value her song?
who are we to ask for security,
when we jeopardized it's own?
and what control do we have
over the inevitable.
lennie.
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