Birds

birds of a feather

a friend of mine
recently said
“you are an eagle,
you fly alone”
I know she meant
well
she loves me
she cares
but friends can be wrong
I am not an eagle
I am not that brave
I am not that strong

I am a duck
and I have been
flying
head of the flock
for so long now
my wings are tired
my sense of direction
is muddled
and I am unbalanced
by the wind

I am ready for the
next lead
to fly over
or around
and I will gratefully
fall in
behind
for a while