The Kid with the Butterfly Net
by G.L. Pettigrew
You just remember:
Wings are not omnipotent
Nor flight infinite
What goes up can just as easily be brought to earth
By the most insignificant, naïve
The highest soaring hopes snared by the smallest
Stilled as if placed in a jar of ether or cyanide
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