I do not scramble up akin to you.
I once dreamed what walking would
feel like if it were bounding
I woke up convinced I could feel inside your limbs.
I pick and pry my way up into the
nests of the world
And you chide me for stumbling when I
finally soar back down.
i can only say
That's how we animals are made
You with some spare toes
I with some wings.
mar 17, 09
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