207. The Parting of the Ways

                                                                    Magritte

(Written for the SIMPLY SNICKERS prompt. A SUNDAY SCRIBBLINGS effort can be seen below.)


THE PARTING OF THE WAYS.

So you see a bird!

I aways knew we were incompatible!

How dull you are;

Seeing what you think you have to see.

Doing as you're told!

Your horizon limited by what you think you should see.

A mere human in a world of angels!

So bland, so conventional, so boring!


I'll give you the horizon;

That I also see.

But a bird?

Don't be absurd!

I see a grey, blotched wall

And an oddly-shaped window.

The top swoops down like a twister;

The left-hand side bears a startling resemblance

To a chimp begging for a kiss;

And, on the right, there's a hill

With an interesting cave.

I long to squeeze through that jagged window

And hover in that blue sky,

Like a bird.

But my own bird, not yours.

I'll pack my bags in the morning.