Beak aloft in preparation for ascension
Soon, I’ll be soaring high above the vastness
A ripple in the surface catches my attention.
I pause, listen, watch, and wait.
There they are
Masses of them
Eyes downcast, as if frightened
Gullible – trapped, perhaps – in their ways.
They stay ashore
(Or just about.)
Deep underneath the blue surface
lurks unnamed creatures.
The vastness is to them unknown.
I spread my wings
Catch the next breeze
Let the air carry me
to such freedom
they’ll never know.
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