his wings flap against the breeze
his friends coming and going as they please
his tail gliding through clouds
as they gather up in great white crowds
he swoops low and then flies right
the urge to not soar takes all his might
for the storm is soon coming in
the clouds heavy with rain now turning on him
his feathers bristle
as the once soft wind starts to whistle
and without warning the water begins to pour
the nature below begging for more
but not the bird no he is shaking
as the sky above him continues in quaking
thunder rattles his weary bones
the raindrops that pelt him the size of stones
and then the lightning hits
scattering him of all his wits
he begs for help as he drops
his eyes now set on the water filled crops
but nobody answers his call
and soon the bird is nothing at all
its okay little sparrow,
even the greatest fall.
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flutter
Poetryhis cruel words were said without stutter as he left me alone without giving me the chance to even mutter so all i can do now is pick my torn apart heart out of the gutter as i spread my singed wings in the hopes to grasp the clouds as i flutter ⭐◾⭐...
