You came as you are.
My featherless friend.
And born subpar.
You’re condemned to early end.
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You came as you are.
My featherless friend.
And born subpar.
You’re condemned to early end.
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Revision:
You didn’t fly far.
My featherless friend.
And born subpar.
You’re condemned to an early end.
He didn't fly so good!
Another revision:
You didn’t fly far.
Dear featherless friend.
To be born subpar.
Of nature’s cruel whim.
Is a brief existence marred.
To meet an early end.
third revision
You didn't fly so good
My little friend
To be born subpar
Is to be thrown out of the plane
the plane was life
and it was too much of a big guy
for you
The bird
He fell out of his nest
Yes
YES!
Ants will eat him now!
Above my neighbor's soffits
Bad parents nest each year
Who comes to claim the dead
Alley cats with haste appear
RIP baby bird, I will pray for your soul tonight before I go to bed.
Too many syllables in the last line I think
Down on hope, though I accept you in full
Never to grow your feathers, never to love
Unwelcome to this world, born to be less
You fell from the nest and stopped your hope on down
To die: baby bird. Never flew
Thou hast arrived in thy unadorned state,
My friend bereft of plumage, as fate chose,
Thy birth marked by an inferior fate.
Thou art condemned to an untimely end,
While others soar on wings of vibrant hue,
Yet 'tis thy spirit I shall commend,
Though lacking the grace of avian view.
Thy form may lack the plumes that dance and gleam,
But thy soul's flight surpasses mortal frame,
In thy fragile vessel, a vibrant dream,
Defying nature's laws, thy claim to fame.
Through barren skies, thy spirit soars and sings,
Defying judgments cast upon thy wingless things.
Now, let us turn to the style of Wallace Stevens:
You arrived, unadorned, in your essence pure,
My friend devoid of feathers, in humble birth,
Condemned by circumstance, you endure,
An early end, a plight that seems no worth.
Yet, in your featherless form, you find grace,
A unique presence, stark against the norm,
In the tapestry of life, a vivid trace,
A testament to beauty's varied form.
The wingless soul, unburdened by design,
Dares to transcend the earthly binds that weigh,
In flightless skies, a boundless world to find,
A realm where limitations fall away.
Unfettered by the bounds of mortal guise,
You soar beyond, where truest freedom lies.
Your meter is all fricked up.
I saw a bird in the park not too long ago, it was a baby bird that fell out of its nest, I thought of taking it home and caring for it. I saw it twice. Then I saw its corpse a bit later
Behold, a man!
Came as you are,
As you were,
As I want you to be(ak),
Featherless friend, featherless friend,
you are no enemy
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