Flightless

 The bird, whose wings have been clipped,  can only stare wistfully up at the blue skies and dream of the days it soared through the clouds, atop the currents, free from earthly bounds.

Cry no more, flightless bird, for we shall put you out of your misery. Death is but another form of relief from our misery. Rest now flightless bird, may your tears no longer fall…

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