there was a girl. her name was may
she didn't know she could fly
much to her dismay
her hands pressed against a glass window
every night, prevailed
her heart said "Go"
but her feet, failed
her mind, botched
a wolf lied by a tree
she thought to herself
"what if it eats me?"
curiosity grows deep
her window lifted
crawling out from shelter
the air minted
slowly she crept
sweetly it slept
she lied on its back
peacefully they'd rest
