By Liberty
From the damp of the tile I rise,
Giants above me
Watching me, breathless
I call out for them,
Though I am fearful,
I long for the comfort
Of warm palms in
This summer heat.
Do they not hear my desperate plea?
Am I simply too small for human eyes to see?
It seems they know my end is near,
The careless wind swatting
My nest from its branch
Caused my demise
In a scary woman’s garden.
These humans fight for who will save me,
One scared, the other braver.
They shout words I cannot understand,
Neither so hot under the scorching sun.
Are they really so afraid of my body?
Is their reluctance to hold me
Worth the fading of my life?
I miss my mum,
I want my brothers.
They flew away when it was dire,
With the strength I could not conjure.
I had always been the black sheep of the family.
Weaker than my siblings,
Scared of heights and the dark.
But it’s funny how sudden fear changes,
As I see the light shimmering towards me
And I am too terrified to touch it.