Super Short Stories and Other Random Tales

Natural Selection

You are sitting in a tree.

Looking at the bright blue sky.

Just wishing you could fly.

All around is a circular wall

Brown and broken but standing tall

There used to be another three

Now all that's left is you and me

Tweet Tweet

A mother birds call

She flew overhead, a worm in her mouth

A very nice treat

You stare at her waiting

Honk

The sounds of a busy street

On your head you feel a bonk

Your food had landed creating,

A mess on the floor

Not to much of a chore

Tomorrow a time to fly south

But you can't

To fly would be to die

A wing missing at your side

And nothing to ride

Nowhere to go

And you already know

You would not survive this winter

You give me your worm

A sad look on your face

So we cry

And say goodbye