bird wings

Yore away dwell a winged creature on earth
this tiny winged fairy right away from its birth
unlike its pals fancied to reach the zeniths
to touch the heights and horizons,leaving heavens beneath

still being a nestling it tried to fly
a jerk to the little wings, twittering at every passer by
first try, a second one, then it was on its own
a laurel on its part, well, enjoying it alone

higher, higher it flew,
to touch the colors of the blue
to find from where does it rain
from where comes the dew

chirruping at its every little move, little thing
and chirruping at every gust of the wind
reaching mountain heights, with valleys beneath
watching spring's youth, feeling god's own breathe

Soon the adventures turned into doom
As the Birds of prey were looking at this bloom
they followed it, little bird thought they were friends
soon in their claws, they brought it to a dead end

Dismayed and Scared, panicked and unprepared