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Superior Life Forms
I sit on a rock beside the creek with a pencil and paper,
The rumbling of the water so perfectly fills my ears.
I look up to see a bird,
large and black,
Carelessly perched atop a tree.
I wonder for a moment,
Can he see me too?
I wonder if he feels envious of me,
If he burns with jealously at my being on this rock.
I can see him,
I can ponder his thoughts and feelings.
In that way I am special.
He flaps his wings and they shimmer in the sun,
He flies away in a rush of noisy wind.
I’m suddenly overcome with realization.
He can carelessly perch atop a tree,
He can flap his wings and take flight into the sky just shy of the sun.
In that way,
He is special too.
The rumbling of the water so perfectly fills my ears.
I look up to see a bird,
large and black,
Carelessly perched atop a tree.
I wonder for a moment,
Can he see me too?
I wonder if he feels envious of me,
If he burns with jealously at my being on this rock.
I can see him,
I can ponder his thoughts and feelings.
In that way I am special.
He flaps his wings and they shimmer in the sun,
He flies away in a rush of noisy wind.
I’m suddenly overcome with realization.
He can carelessly perch atop a tree,
He can flap his wings and take flight into the sky just shy of the sun.
In that way,
He is special too.
Published 9th May 2024
Author's Note
When you are not more than all of that around you and, nor are you less.
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