Clipped And Greased

What a surprise!
I am shocked to see you here.
I had heard rumors you were soaring,
High and above the clouds.
Which I thought was...
Highly unlikely.
But...
Rumors are what they are.

'Well...
Someone clipped and greased 'my' wings.'

That's an impossibility.
I thought those wings were yours?
And you grew them independently.

'Since you see me,
I may as well confess.
Those wings were not mine.
And when I took them off to get some rest,
I awakened to find them clipped and greased.'

Oh my.
So what are you going to do now?

'I'll have to find someone else,
To convince I only wish to borrow their wings,
Just to test.'

Don't look at me.
I grew these myself.
It took me years to do it too.
And besides,
I sleep with mine on.
You've 'borrowed' enough from me as it is.
And I've told you this before...
Turkeys are meant to soar!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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