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Applecharm11 Starhorse


Hi! I love writing about animals, fantasy and just expressing myself through words. 'A painting paints a thousand words' so why not a thousand words form a painting?

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Hi! I write for hobby and for escaping troubles. I love to write as I get to 'live through' the stories I improvise on the spot. It makes me able to feel and be someone else in a world where I can change anything.I hope my words can make a difference

Fly or Die

May 10, 2016


The wind roaring at the peak
the sea shoving against the rocks,
trying to claw their way up
to the ones sheltering above

The chicks chitter nervously
the sea's roaring for their lives 
causes them to tremble, 
backing away from the edge

The parents watch on sadly
but continue to gently edge them forward
towards the sea's open arms
ignoring their screeches and cries

Their children wail, pushing
against the ones who raised them
trying to avoid this near certain death
but the birds say nothing, but reply

"Fly or Die."

With no where rock to place feet on,
the chicks tumble, in a cluster of fluff
as they plummet off the cliff
the sea thrashing, ready to crush them

They shriek, scream, cry
but their parents do nothing but watch
despite the painful tug in their heart
as their children wail in anguish and fear

A chick flaps its wings frantically
finally, catching wind,
it stops its fall
and sails on the current of air

A few more follow, 
panicked chitters as they beat their wings
against the air, which only now
take them in their gentle hand

but not all manage to steady themselves
and continue to screech and cry
as they fall, feet kicking the air,
attempting to claw at any foothold

The screaming ends, drowned out 
by the snap of the wave's jaws
as they claim their prize
before going back out to sea

The cliff falls silent
except for the few chicks
who flap their now gliding wings
and land safely back on the cliff.

They do not look back
and waddle up to their parents
sharing warmth and gently touching beaks
celebrating this trial of adulthood

While a small cluster gather at the edge
staring at the waters satisfied
by their children's deaths, in which
they screamed for help but to be ignored

The birds eye the waters
as if daring them to take anymore
of their sweet children
they raise and teach

Though it had ended in death
this was inevitable
as the was the only and final lesson
to be taught to their young

"Fly or Die."

Though it tore a crater in their hearts
hearing their children's screams
echo from the chasms of death
it was the only way

It was nature's way

For the best lesson they could teach
was that nature is quick
and sly, and dangerous
and blood is forever spilled

That the only was to survive, 
was to learn in that second
between life and death
and unfortunately this was

the only way for them to learn to fly

They will forever grieve their children
and will never forget that look of betrayal
as they pushed them off the edge
and watched death grab them

But they must raise much more
for life goes on
for in the animal world
though many may die

You live like today's the only day you have.
I wrote this on a documentary of a bird (I forgot its name) that lives in flocks on the edge of a cliff. And the way they teach their young to fly, is well, a drop towards certain death. And those chicks who do not learn quick enough, perish.


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