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.