POEM STARTER
Submitted by Its_Ady
Write a poem about a bird who was once human.
Even now, it remembers what it was like to have hands, to touch, to hold, and to feel. Now wings beat where arms once moved, but the memories never fade.
A Curse Or A Gift
I had a dream last night that I lived in a home and not this house where I now preside.
Where I had arms and not wings and was unable to fly.
I used hands to feed myself and not this beak in which I style.
It had me thinking for a while.
Was I once human? One of those kind beings that place out food for me to feed and give to my family?
What would that be like?
I see them through their windows, but I’ve never gone inside.
They watch me from within and smile when I’m about.
I wonder if I was human, how did I become this?
I’ve no issue being a bird, but it comes with its risks.
There are dangers out here in nature, the cats and the predators.
If I was human, I could mindlessly go about my day, but now every day I risk being prey.
