Bird Envy

a thing with feathers

I wish I could fly.

Outside of metal cylinders, 

Propelled by toxic fumes, 

My body earth-crust fastened.


By nature, birds surpass us,

But only by degree.

Still bound to lower atmospheres,

In need of earthly fare.


Higher realms stay inhospitable. 

A fellowship with feathers.

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