The Fear of Flight

The fear of flight.

 Fearing the sun

would scorch her wings

she tumbled back

 down to the plain. 

And she who could

have been a falcon

was again a mouse

stealing scraps from wealthy men. 

The time was right

but then it’s past. 

And she who feared to fly. 

Would be less than brave. 

Would be content as ordinary

To cause no stir. 

To live quiet 

And then to die.

Dave Kavanagh Sept 2014

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