Anticipation

The bird who choked on the worm
Returned to the nest
Regretting its departure
Perspective distorted

The view in the tree was so subtle
Yet flying in the skies was so trying
Being caught in stormy skies
Without the safety of shelter

This bird went too early
Impatiently anticipating the worm
The thin line was drawn
And it coiled too tightly around the feathers

The bird, once again took solace
Against his mothers warm breast
She rebuked her young's ways
Just before he took off again, too soon

Now down he falls
For he didn't see
The wind picked up
And took him from home

Where he flew into oblivion
Disoriented and spinning
Spinning, out of control
Spinning, spinning......

Crash.