Disclaimer: I do not own any material related to this series, that would be James Patterson.


Dear sweet Angel, always the baby

Forever and ever, yes, no, maybe?

Bird-kids spotted mid-flight,

Though try they try their hardest to stay out of the public's sight.

Always trying to evade being captured,

Tortured spirits, nearly fractured.

Where they grew up is in Dog crates,

Never knowing, always guessing at their fates.

Half man, half wolf, 100% beast

Erasers see the Flock as the grandest feast.

Affection, protectiveness, angst, devotion,

Fang conceals them all behind his mask of no emotion.

With the Gasman it's always wise to stand down-wind

Lest his foul stench have you pinned.

A hybrid, a mix

Between and betwixt.

Tall, blond, winged and blind,

Iggy is truly one of a kind.

Dear Jeb, who are you to call yourself my father?

All you are is a memory, a nuisance, a bother.

The fact that they're kids is sometimes forgotten,

By the scientists from who they were begotten.

Wings of love,

Swooping together up above.

Maximum, always trying to keep her family from being lost.

Always trying, trying, trying, no matter her own cost.

Yapping, yelping, yakking, yammering,

Nudge's words are like a constant hammering.

To be or not to be was never an option; there was never a choice.

Never a chance for them to raise their voice.

Parents are something these kids never had,

Doesn't their story just make your heart sad?

Always the one quick of wit and fist,

Her brain fizzled out the first time they kissed.

Running, running, never stop running,

You must be faster, fiercer, ever more cunning.

United they stand, divided they fall,

United is six and only the six of them all.

Maximum Ride, she's one tough cookie,

Determined to play a lifetime of hooky.

All they want is unconditional understanding,

Why is their world so cruel and demanding?

Violence and strife, hard times and fear,

Yet even the baby knows not to waste a single tear.

White coats are those evil scientists from "The School",

The place they were made, the place oh so cruel.

X-ray, X-ray peer at my arm,

Show me that chip that could cause me harm.

Too large yellow fangs, glistening, steaming,

Grafted onto a boy too young to stop dreaming.

Fear of being caged and watched like a zoo,

They hide their faces from me and from you.


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