A Doves Wings

• Mikaela Noyce, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2019

I stand a luxurious home for many inhabitants,
Gazing lovingly at the sky above,
Wishing, dreaming, for the wings of a dove.

I dream of flying away,
Uprooting, so impatient.
But my wings are not coated in feathers,
They feel stapeled down, like leather.

I stare at the winged creatures who soar in the sky,
Whilst I sit here, bored.

I do not understand why it must be this way,
Unfairness must take ahold of my days,
And when my leaves begin to wilt, those soaring creatures
Still have their quilts.