my wings weren't clipped, they were just furled

til such time as I could open them freely, stretch them out and soar.

The image of a hawk or eagle
being harassed by a horde of smaller birds
comes to mind.

I’ve seen such powerful birds
plagued, dive-bombed by entire mobs of
crows, seagulls
(bird equivalent of bullies?)

sitting calmly, peacefully, apparently oblivious to their would-be tormentors.

Their placidity in the face of such cacophonous pestiferation is – breathtaking. Awe-inspiring.

I wanna be like *them*. The *big* birds, that is.