The Wingless Bird

atop, the vistas are no longer 

breathtaking, 

there is no allure in trying to perch 

on the highest points 

instead, I'll clip my wings 

and forage on the ground 

for worms, 

then, I hope I might be the early bird 

for when the rest swoop down from 

their intricate nests 

I shall have had my fill 

And, being wingless, I shall have my thrill