metaphors i relate to
i find that i am both what existed before and what was reflected in the words i found. words of those who have never known me.
i know in my heart i could never have brought these things into fruition myself. i am the heir to lives lived by older souls, a lone howl against the symphony of the wind.
i chase songbirds begging to know how they sing. i snap my jaws at their feathers in the night, always falling short of a prize in my flightless vessel.
i erratically tear at my fur with my tooth-filled beak; trying to preen my imperfections like those songbirds do.
though i understand them.
they wrote the words that are now carved into my soul.
against my will or by the will of a merciless god i do not know.
could i have ever written them?
will i ever be like those songbirds?
maybe i'll catch something on my next hunt.