Anthracite

There once was a flightless bird
who wished so much he could fly
he tried many times
he climbed trees and things
to see things far and leap off
he crashed lots and bounced
on rocks and stumps
and even in ponds
but he never complained
about his hurts
because he knew there were others
that couldn’t even climb
and more others
that couldn’t even sleep
which he knew was the worst thing of all
he loved sleep second best
because he dreamed best dreams
and mostly in all of them
he was the best flyer ever.

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