Phantom Limbs

I want to leap from branch to branch, sharp eyes watching wingtips

I want to feel the earth beneath my four paws and claws holding branch skin

I want to run with double suspended gallop. With the fields flying past my face

I want to listen to all of the tiny creatures in, on, and above the earth

See me here, my ears too small to be useful

My feet far too long and too soft to feel the Earth

My hands with weak fingers and talons far too small

My tail a curled miniature of what it should be

I am nothing like what I am.