Achieving For The Greater Good

P: The Mystery

The look on your face

As your eyes lay on me

My graceful, landing

I breathe, slowly, I see you with one of my eyes

Yes, I’m aware of your presence.

But are you aware of my delicateness

I shudder as you slowly approach me

My eyes, fixed on my beauty.

“Dear, Gods. What is this,”

You think to yourself

And I stare and think

“Shouldn’t this be what I’m thinking?”

“Some living creature staring at me.”

His weapon. Left at where he stood

What is this creature?

Why does he approach me?

Can’t he see,

That I’m hungry as can be?

I’m not here to

Take away any-thing

Of his,

I don’t believe.

“Gorgeous.” He says.

“A pity.”

I wonder, what he means.

As I glare,

If he knew

That I could take this moment 

And take him too

His approach, would it have been?

I stare and wonder

As he reaches for me

His eyes full of delight and curiosity

I shudder  

As I realize what he’s done

My missing  front leg, is his only concern

“How did this happen?”

He ask, as if I knew how to say

I was born

Without it anyway

In response, I spread my wings

And I hiss

He holds up his arms to get a grip

Away, I go

And I search the land

For a snack at hand…

“I swear it!”

“Majestic!”

“Silver scales and magnificent wings!”

“Disabled, it only had three limbs!”

“You’re insane.”

“Boy, the Revelation isn’t now.”

“Not yet.”

“Nor ever.”

In reluctance, I’d imagine, your reaction.

No one will believe your eyes

But trust me,

I was there

In the action

And my right front limb, was never to be.