The
Smallest Bird is
Sloth.
While the others vied for power
,
Sloth could not be bothered.
He refused to grow in stature,
instead he honed his energy on
escaping the carrion's glower.
In fact so tiny was his
form
and so easily was he missed he neither flew on his own wing nor hunted his own grist.
He kept himself perfectly still
until the watcher's eye grew bored, then slowly ever so he would latch onto another bird and ride as if a lord. He was a trickster of another sort using no slight of hand It was by doing the very least that he took grew to take command. The toll of this was very high and of course it brought him low . He had no choice as to what he ate nor where he chose to go .
Too weak to hold
himself aloft
he was sure to someday tumble. His body was too soft, his achievements too humble. |
A memoir and survival guide on overcoming a horrid childhood and learning to thrive in the aftermath of sexual, physical, mental abuse and the depression that they bring. Please start at the beginning with FREEDOM AND MY DRAGON
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Sloth
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