Aug 18, 2013

100 Heads in 100 Days #83 - Bird Boy

There is an everboy who loves to watch birds
His heart lightens at the thrill of their flight
At the sound of their call, he wishes he could understand
He has a book that is worn, tattered and stained
In it he writes every bird he has seen, and what it was about

He spends his days seeking out yet more new birds
He has no home, he merely follows their wings
He gathers raven feather fall, and sews them to his clothes
He has so many now that he looks like a bird too
He found some clay, so he made a beak
He cut out holes, so that his eyes could see

He is the Bird Boy
He sleeps in trees and makes words through his beak
Sometimes the birds listen, or ask what he is
He wishes he could fly with them, but he has not the skill
The birds laugh at his shape, as they fly from the trees

Ever will Bird Boy yearn, for that which he cannot have
He will never fly like he wishes
Nor speak as they do
But every day brings him joy still
For he is nearly one with the birds

100 Heads in 100 Days #83
Bird Boy
Me Fact #83
I'm 36 today. I really hope I'm not one of those guys that has a mid-life crisis, but I get the feeling I will be. It'll probably kick in any day now.

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