Flightless Bird
Authors Note: this is a Poem from Smokepaws POV of his death.
Falling
Flying
Like a bird
Diving
Towards sharp stone
Hard ground
Blood
Pain
Death
Help!
I'm surrounded by the sound
Of my mother
Heartbrokenly calling my name
from the cliffs high above
Smokepaw.
I wish I were smoke
So the wind could carry me up
Instead it slams into me
Oh wait, that's the ground.
Snow below turning red
Sky above blurring
If I'm a bird, I'm one who can't fly,
I wish I hadn't slipped.
My grey fur is wet
With snow
With blood
I'm not connected with the world
Anymore.
Why can't I hear you mother?
Where have you gone?
Maybe
It's not you who can't hear
Maybe
It's not you who's gone.
Maybe it's me.
