Flutter in the wind
Released from a wrinkled hand
A drifting whitish strand
Finally flying free
The playful breeze nudges
Me as I swim down
Trying the butterfly stroke
In the currents of the air
Kicking hard desperately,
Almost in despair
But then the wind takes me along
To the unknown floor below
It says that I've done enough
To the next stage we'll go
Within the webs of leaves
The luscious trees
Visiting the crows that perch within
Wearing a coat so gaunt and lean
The branches of a thousand sorts
Prod me from all angles as I fall
The accelerated descent
Ruffles me wary
Of the pricks and tears in my skin
Well,
But off I go
No more brooding about that
Unappetizing experience.
Spreading out my wings
Like a parachute
I ponder on
For the reason why
The hand that threw me out
Could have thrown me into the rubbish chute
Did he think of this
Of letting me fly free?
As I float down
Blending in with the wind
Not really so
As one notices this unsightly rubbish
Floating out near her balcony,
When she finally took time
To appreciate the scenery.
And a couple of children playing
The very game
As I venture to the ground
Of a block of Lego
On and on
Till the second floor
An elderly man contemplating
At the window
In a swift motion
As if saving me from
My happy trip to death
He lifts a cane out
And I land
With my wings spread out on it.
He looks at me with quizzical wonder
Then shakes his head
In a disapproving nature
Wandering over to his bin
Then depositing me in.
Now surrounded by other trash,
My probable new score of friends,
In this squeeze of a chamber
I feel a sense of
Warmth and protection.
Nothing else would ever happen
Only the expected.
And as I dwell in my new abode
Of which I was to call home
Reminiscing
Of the adventure I had
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I have no idea what this means, but I suddenly had this idea when some random tissue paper was floating by my window O.O
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