Frail and obedient,
that used to be me.
Silent, unquestioning,
always following.
But, when I took a sip
of the nectar dew on
one green stalk
that afternoon.
My little wings sliced the air,
my beak glistened against the sunset’s last rays.
I flew higher, faster.
Unrestricted.
Emotions bred actions
that I desire.
I turned selfish,
yet still frail.
Dazzling,
dainty.
I became,
with you.
*Written for the Magpie Tales