Like the others,
You were born in Spring.
My finest down lines your nest.
I caught every meal you’ve ever eaten.
Your body is lean.
Your wings, straight.
Spread them, little bird. Fly!
Sharp-toothed nightmares lurk below, but-
Don’t give up.
I won’t.
Even though you’re not
like the others.

Anthea lives in sunny Queensland, Australia. She’s always writing, even if it’s just in her head. Find her online at @WriterAnthea