his wings flap against the breeze
his friends coming and going as they pleasehis tail gliding through clouds
as they gather up in great white crowdshe swoops low and then flies right
the urge to not soar takes all his mightfor the storm is soon coming in
the clouds heavy with rain now turning on himhis feathers bristle
as the once soft wind starts to whistleand without warning the water begins to pour
the nature below begging for morebut not the bird no he is shaking
as the sky above him continues in quakingthunder rattles his weary bones
the raindrops that pelt him the size of stonesand then the lightning hits
scattering him of all his witshe begs for help as he drops
his eyes now set on the water filled cropsbut nobody answers his call
and soon the bird is nothing at allits 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 ⭐◾⭐...