You are a bird of prey paradise
Perched high above our heads
On a gold platform
Where you look down on us songbirds
You can faintly hear our chirping
From way up in the heavens
But while your voice is no match for our honey-sweet song
You preen and shine your colorful coat
Knowing that it sets you apart
It makes you better
It keeps you up high
But what if, one day
Your pedestal crumbled
And you fell from the rubble
And were forced to perch down here
With the rest of us?
Would you be able to keep your balance?
Would you be able to breathe our air,
So much harder to absorb than the thin,
Insubstantial gas that you gulped greedily into your s