My Starling

Little starling

Remove your precious wing from this trap;

It keeps you from the freedom of the skies.

Danger is hiding and waiting for you 

If you don’t succeed.

 

A cat’s paw could easily swipe

And your shimmering feathers would be scattered

Across the ground

Like ashes.

Your soul will rise up through the sky

And find a place as a spark among the stars.

 

If I could do it myself, I would

But it is not scripted.

Heaven helping with earthly problems

Leads to the end of free will.

Reviews

[Dave]

Heaven helping with earthly problems leads to the end of free will. Raises the question: Why pray? Isn't part of our free will the ability to ask and hopefully receive divine intervention?

[Davidgeo]

Those last two lines are fantastic.

Free will is a lovely mess but at least it's our lovely mess.

You write good and stuff.

[redhors]

Lol thank you.