I had an incredibly busy day, but I am determined to post something. Someone gave me one of those Things to Write About Book. I am challenging myself, and you if you want to join in the fun, to create from one of those prompts occasionally. I opened up the book and blindly selected a prompt. Today’s challenge is to write a poem about a bird who is afraid to fly. *Note I did not get it done before midnight but as I am a nocturnal creature – it is still part of my day.
I watch the others take to flight from my safe spot on the ground.
Their feathers are made of finer things, while I still fear mine are down.
I long to be just like them, soaring and swooping through the sky.
But the ground looks unforgiving, falling from a place so high.
The others call me names like chicken, as they chirp and chatter.
I tell myself I can stay down here, what they think doesn’t matter.
A fear of heights in a feathered friend is not a common feature.
Needing to talk to someone, I spy a friendly creature.
He has whiskers on his face, four paws and a fuzzy mane
He licks his lips and asks me if I’m feeling game.
I tell him just to go. I don’t think I want to play
But he tells me that he’s sure, I’ll be a tasty snack today,
I squawk and run as fast as my little legs can hurry
He’s coming closer every second, I jump as I start to worry.
My wings beat faster and faster and my enemy grows small
Higher and higher I climb without fearing it at all.
My fuzzy enemy salutes with a wave of his pointy pad,
“You did it, friend.” he says. “Is flying all that bad?”
Shannon McCauley - Author 
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