Bird

If I were to have just one wish
I'd wish for a pair of wings.
Disappear into the sky with a swish,
And get out of doing human things.

To soar, to swoop, to glide, to fly,
To be like a bird till the day that I die.

Till the day that I die,
When I get hit by car,
And end up stuffed and mounted, or pickled in a jar.