Feathers fall to the ground
as they fight above the clouds
swords and talons tear the skin
as they spin in circles tight.
Leather wings enfold the wind
to fight with those they hate
who fly by to cut them down
so that they never touch this place.
Feathered wings fight for us
to keep them off this holy ground
where only little humans live
within the hollows of thier hearts.
We live unaware of all the pain
that we bring down on those above
when the feathered ones lose
the others look to consume us.
And so our stories end.
©ronvdm777
Nov 2019
©ronvdm777
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