You lay in your nest like the wingless bird.
Watching the seasons spiral by,
Held by the frozen crystals of the grey sky.
Your howls for sympathy have gone unheard like yesterday’s favourite curse word.
Content to sit in the sidelines as your fellow fowl just jet off by.
You watched them stiff necked as their flocks migrate,
Off to better shores with their suited soul-mates
Surely they’d think to take you too,
But all your attempts were too little and too late.
You failed to navigate the flight of your fate.
Your borrow that was once perched at the top of the tree,
Has now been overgrown by the leaves of history.
Leaving you to roost and think about what’s right.
But the big question is;
When the stakes are high and it’s do or die,
Will you fight or will you fly?