at some point
at some point in his life the bird will go limp
and cold. he will lose
all of his feathers
forget
his two mothers. never
chirp
again amid nights
now quiet
dead. still.
at some point the bird will remember
that it is not easy to fly.
he will fall into puddles
get his feathers ripped out
by bugs and strange critters, who do not like
the color
of his eyes.
in himself, he will find love.
but today, the bird has just left
a tiny shell
behind
he is still a little green thing to be held, and forgotten
harmless —
in the face
of the earth.
About The Author: Author of over 20+ web-serials & novels, published by Tapas.io, recent addition to the Wattpad Stars program, and Winner of Tapas’s 2018 Summer Writing Competition, Beau Van Dalen’s stories have amassed a total of over one million reads online — between short stories, poems, novels and scripts, he can always be found with a pen in hand.
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