Another little acrostic on the magic of wings.
A fall morning, there they were.
A silly little bit of imagery…
A silly little seasonal/animal related poem.
A whimsical thing based on a half-forgotten meme.
Pretty straightforward a topic, yes.
I don’t really want to fly,
To be so high up in the sky.
My mind panics when I don’t,
Have my feet on solid ground.
I don’t want to read your mind,
Hear each thought inside your head.
The thoughts of all just pouring in,
My mind’s crowded as it is.
I don’t want some super strength,
Though rather useful in a pinch.
I fear that I would soon forget,
That normal humans are quite frail.
I don’t want to run quite fast,
As fast as some great lightning bolt.
To run much faster than my sight,
I fear I’d get lost far away.
I don’t want to use my mind,
To move about all sorts of things.
I’m clumsy as it is right now,
When I move things with my hands.