And today I am a goofy bird
In flight - but not in beauty
Fast frantic jumpy
With half my feathers, flying
Into the hard rainy wind.
I thought my destination was the Garden
I thought wrong, again.
So I must be fleeing fast and frantic.
But what?

Ah, responsibility - the big "R"
It lurks at my nest and
On the heads of those who frequent it.
It scares me, so I clench my jagged crown of hate.

I will return, I always do
My previous flights had been glorious
But should I go again?

©1998 Raymond M. Fremont



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