A gargoyle nestles on cathedral walls
An Angel over-reaches before the Fall
Out of its cocoon a butterfly crawls
Winged creatures, all

A hawk that evades the archer’s bow
A dragon that stirs in the deep below
An eagle that soars where few dare go
Winged creatures know

I have no wings, earthbound am I
And yet within I yearn to fly
My body unwilling, but my soul may try
Winged creature, I?

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