330. Metamorphosis

she stared at the sky
wantingly
each day
each night
firmly rooted
in her brown identity

an evergreen tree

until one day
they plotted to come
wielding axes
to bring her down

and then she squirmed
in panic
only to realize
that
her roots had talons
and her leaves were but feathers

and she clawed the plotters
spread her wings
and flew away
reaching
for what she wanted
all along