As brown and grey take hold, and white is lost
As crowns go from down to sleek and soft
As grounded and guarded goes to aloft
Too soon, Too soon.
As innocence and wonder turns to life or death
As pleading black eyes look to leave the nest
As baby to child to adult is wrest.
Too soon. Too soon.
As tiny wings have grown to silent flight
As loud hissing days turn to silent nights.
As pirouettes doomed to leave our sight.
Too soon. Too soon.
As little weak legs turn to deadly force.
And leading-edge feathers take their course.
And tiny ones watched, we must now divorce.
Too soon. Too soon.
Donning cloaks of umber, grey and pearl
Toward the night sky fly, wings unfurled.
Your job now is to fight the world.
Too soon. Too soon.
Our hearts have loved you since the first.
In our hearts you have been immersed.
The pain of your leaving us cannot be rehearsed.
Too soon. Too soon.
You’re not the first, and won’t be the last.
But know that as you are looking back.
It was tears of joy that made our eyes glassed.
Too soon. Too soon.
One day our spirits will with yours soar.
And earthly chains we will have no more.
Our souls and yours—esprit de corps.
But not Too soon. Too soon.
By RaptorRapture of the SPO