Fallen from the nest of twigs,
the plump ball of down
Those around scramble for their phones,
cursing the lack of internet
in the wild’s home.
Breathtakingly long minutes,
in which at any moment a monster
may emerge from the earth
and swallow the fledgeling whole.
Meanwhile, the parents patiently watch on,
more concerned about the
mob of tall, tailless monkeys
staring at their own feet.
The fluffy ball hobbles a few steps,
leaps and flaps,
achieving man’s dream
but for no more than seconds
before crashing in a pile of orange leaves
From the motivational cheers of its parents,
it regains its composure in moments—
a world mankind
could never understand.