Before humans, dogs flew everywhere.
Their wings of silky fur
wrapped hollow bones.
Their tails wagged
like rudders through wind,
their stomachs bare to the sullen earth.
Out of sorrow for the first humans
stumbling, crawling, helpless and cold
dogs folded their great wings into paws
soft enough to walk beside us
They still weep for us, pity our small noses.
our unfortunate eyes, our dull teeth.
They lick our faces clean, keep us warm at night.
Sometimes they remember flying
And bite our ugly hands.
As you can see our Standard Poodle, Bonbon, still attempts flight.
With thanks to Bobbb who published this poem at his blog, Zenspace...
I read it there and loved it.