Blackbird ~ with tiny wings

I was given tiny wings without any feathers
I sat, perched in a nest, high on the walls of a cliff
It overlooked my new home where I would roam
It doesn’t matter where
Over the Rockies or over the sea
I deserve to live and be free

Fed and nudged along the way learning about life
In this great big world where I should see
The love of a mother in me
She never took the trip back
She rather liked her freedom more
Left to fend on my own with little scraps given

A lonely blackbird in a nest waiting to take the plunge
The sun was low getting ready to set
A colour of a creamy caramel orange took my breath
I stood looking out, nothing below but air
Opened my sparsely feathered wings and dropped from sight
I fell, as the stars started to fill the night

My wings grabbed hold with all the courage I could muster
To begin my life without a mother
On my own I learned to live
To wake in time, every day
The early bird catches the worm, they say
It’s been hard but I learned to be a fighter

I’ve taken blows, many, fucking, blows
Gotten up
Brushed off
And flew away to another place
Where I would be left alone to sow my wild oats
But that is another story…


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