Birdkind
that's what they call her,
over at Feathers' Merrit.
If one can't fly, she will arrive
handle the trouble and stay with you.
For freedom counts in moments
so long the while she's curing you.
Be a raven,
lost joy and vigour
devoid of surprise and challenge.
Out of the sudden, you spot it
a crazy chick with a cat's gait,
quite glassy as elf compared to a bird,
and with wings, but no feathers
wings of pixies, moths and some kinds of dragons,
almost unheard of
except, she is heard of?
Curiosity takes you by the claw,
and you feel stripped bare
just from her first glimpse alone
after your attempt at beknowledging
in hopes of impressing her.
Quickly you realize,
you are the receiving end.
She knows what you never
caught anyone to know,
tells you of things that actually exist,
cheers you up from feeling embarassed
to having been too blind to know.
Even before the day's end, it's clear:
Whenever she jumps, you follow.
The confidence of a sparrow,
the flight force of an eagle,
gave you an owl's head
that much she's turned you around
in your own favour.
New winds she will teach you,
show galantly how to reach and use them
and also how to give in
for less resistence
is the crucial difference.
There's always new insights
somewhere nearby
worth being found and learned.
Be a goose,
inept in water, an outsider
but no one even close
to ace the airs like you do.
Don't get bitey at her gentle touch.
Let her spread your wings
challenge your fear of the idea
that you are not perfect – yet;
and you will find new grace inside
adrift and entitled of higher pride,
admired by others and begged for advice.
You never lived much happier flights
just having her hands allowed by your side.
Be a duck,
feeling weak and threatened,
hungering stronger on land
but willstrong enough to not
give in to poisons that humans call food.
Known rivers can become childhood glimmers
when you've seen and wondered,
felt and attempted her ways,
memorized her wisdoms
of weather and feather,
of fishes you nag
whose prey you once were
without to even consider
how vulnerable they actually are.
What places and powers exist
once unknown, which now you can't miss.
The gentle, humble streams a willful choice
not cages that're thought of as musts.
And even, be a griffon,
hypogryph, roc, phoenix, dragon;
with every kind of avian creature
she's got the right skills to tag in.
When you're landlocked,
feel stripped of your freedom
plucked like a bad luck ****:
Birdkind comes,
sharp she observes the Merrit rock,
closer than mothers
she knows her fellow birds by heart.
Someday, as if fates sent her your way
for you to breath again,
like that, she lands by,
chirps you the birds
the guiding light in your blanket arms.
And the two of you fly
so, so high.