something to be admired
to be looked up to
to be jealous of
when upward that bird flew
sugared words sprinkled
worth is measured, sure
heart beat happiness
in one so very mature
numbers flying with it
the feathered prodigy
craving the unattained
gripping superior biology
bird's eye view of it all
vibrant and radiant
then getting blurry soon
on some reversing gradient
feathers falling out
surface stays the same
numbers shooting up
head a dying flame
skin scattered map
flying round and round
beak holding fast breaths
its heart begins to pound
needing something
near falling deadly down
eyes grim and bagging
a bird was only a clown
wings whipping air
in a star-filled sky
anything to silence it
a bird just wants to be high
