Dreaming Wings

You are like a bird not willing to fly

Need to use your wings to survive

But you sit and wait for your prey

Opportunity slips by day after day

Darkness fills the woods during the late hour

Its purpose begins to devour

Steals your sight

And takes your strength to fight

You’re scared of the dark that lurks beneath the vine

So you stay within the hollow in the pine

A mouse full of what you need

Just squeaking beneath the trees

You refuse and choose to burrow

Tell yourself you’ll attack tomorrow

Hunger takes over and leaves you to die

What’s the point of having wings

If you’re not going to fly?