Every Time

There flies a hapless bird with awkward wings
trying desperately to reach this edifice.
The glare of the winter sun reflects
in his eyes, deceiving his perception.

Your heart flutters anxiously.

Gusts of wind are pummeling from all sides
chilling his small frame of feathered bones.
His tiny yellow beak opening to take in air
before charging up the glass wall once more.

Your pulse quickens nervously.

And just when you can't watch anymore,
a giant shadow looms above him and diving sharply,
his mother swoops underneath to catch him
before the concrete embrace.

You take a deep breath.

You can almost feel his relief
as he nestles into her warm feathers.
Together they soar upwards
and pass far above the city.

You smile.

It gets you every time. The story. The struggle.
The happy ending that we all long for.




Written Monday, November 19, 2012 - 4:24pm