Bird of Prey

September 10, 2011
By SemicolonSeas SILVER, Los Angeles, California
SemicolonSeas SILVER, Los Angeles, California
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Favorite Quote:
Uniqueness is so commonplace a property of living things that there is nothing at all unique about it. — Lewis Thomas

No, I mustn't
beat my wings;
they mustn't see me
Is my plumage
In line?
How else would I be able to
their orb of light?

I don't have to
to shine
beneath my skin.
I don't have to
waste my time.
Even though they fix
their hide,
they still are foul
deep inside.

With the sharpest
pair of eyes—
the brightest part
of me,
mind you—
I gaze upon the world
and gaze until
my throat is sore
from screeching
curses at the horde.

Greedy, superficial,
beastly, mindless, gross…
not me!
What lowly creatures
tread the earth,
hauling dense trunks
on their feet.

The stupid men—
they think they're
but what good
does all that paper do
when I could simply
steal it
and gain their power, too?

Yes, I have a sizeable,
pleasant treetop nest,
made from all those
twigs and leaves
that other fowl
could have used,
but how else would one
expect me to
and live my life?

Those lowly beings—
without their guns
and planes.
False prowess!
It is not fair
at all
that I should not
be able to
wield a sword
nor fire a gun.

But lo!
What is that
searing pain
that rips through
my comely chest?
It felt like lead,
but does it matter,
now that I
will soon be dead?

Now my pinion
have to beat,
but now it is too late.
Too high I'd flown
and now it is
a great fall I must take.

The author's comments:
Refers to hypocritical misanthropy—that's why there are contradictions.

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