There comes a time
When a bird must leave
Its nest.
Because to be a bird is
To be free with their
wings effloresced.
But to fly, one must
First fall, the fear of impact
must Manifest.
The wind sifts through
a young birds feathers, it puts the
Nestlings to the test
The skies can be
Cruel, and dangerous, especially
towards its guests.
But a strong hatchling knows
This and navigates, to find
Its own nest.
Fly fly fly little
Bird, find your new home so
Your mother may rest.
