Before the Drifting Snow

 

I was like this when I woke up

without a reason why

Overnight I had grown two wings

and somehow I could fly,

 

I started slow, around the room

like I never had before

I couldn’t wait to go outside

to see if I could soar,

 

But what about the neighbors

they’d surely see me there

Not walking with my lawnmower

but flying through the air,

 

Some of them are hunters

Do you think they’d shoot at me

dressed the same as they are

but perched up in a tree,

 

Maybe I’ll just fly at night

they never need to know

And travel south for winter

before the drifting snow.

 

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