Fluttering

They said her wings might be broken

she might never fly again

stuck in the nest

afraid to come out

but I know she can fly

because i saw her flutter her wings

when she thought no one was looking.

One day, after all this time

she walked a little ways out onto a branch

and I saw her hop, hop, pause

then hop a little farther than she had before.

I think she likes it out on the branch

even though it can feel a bit precarious.

I think she wants to fly,

she's just not sure how far or how long or where to,

or if it's too late to try -

Spring's long gone; it's almost winter, after all.

I think she wants to fly.

I think she will discover how.

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  1. Oscar LeGroucheNovember 29, 2021 at 5:01 PM

    Crying, again. You are a gift to those of us who need your confidence and your wisdom.

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