The Bird’s Bane

A bird sapling was free to move

Was free to dive from the cliff

The cliff was far above

The peak was an immediate drop

From its corners, that was flat and plateaued

The bird went to the edges

Surfed around the tapestry of the view

That surmounted her vision, her bane

The vision was a sky that was pale

The white clouds scattered in overcast

The sun shining bright through the gaps

The plateau drop was covered by her eye’s peripheral

And whatever could be seen were

The black boldered rocks with straight often curvy drapery

She often tried to find with her peripheral

That place, that lower ground

From which she could fly

Fly into the unknown territory

The lower ground was a distant star

As was the unknown view

That she stood on the cliff

Over powered by the view

So mesmerizing that she could only dream

Of that ground she looked for

Her wings often flouted

Wanting to swim

But the threat in her heart

Embraced her weathers

The feathers which would carry her into the veil