Look at you, up there.
What do you think of me, down here?
All pink and heavy and tethered to the earth and this little dogbeast.
Do you feel sorry for me that I can't fly?
Do you chuckle about it to your friends as you swoop in for peanuts and kibble that the pink and ultra-violet interspecial spectacle set out for you?
I mean, I would laugh at me. I often do. It's pretty ridiculous that we think we run the place when we can't even do something as simple as open our wings and take to the air.
But I don't think you laugh. You just look.
Sometimes you linger.
I like that.
This is my entry for the #monomad challenge, held daily in the Black and White Community.
Give it a try.
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