Hero With A Wing - Robert Calvert

I see myself a hero

While one wings falls away

And the dial approaches zero

In a spiralling display

My past life flashes feverishly

And lives I did not lead

Like the time I was a hero

Of a weird, outlandish breed

One arm of flesh and muscle

And one of feathered scale

I was hero with one wing

That was of no avail

I could only fly in circles

Like a corkscrew in the sky

My one wing flapping frantically

While birds just glided by

I launched myself from mountains

And from the highest trees

And though I could get nowhere

Just landed on my knees

But still I was a hero

With one wing more than most

Almost half an Angel;

A whirling holy ghost

My father was an eagle

With two wings wide as sails

My mother was the west wind witch

With grasping finger nails

She lured him from his aerie

With her twittering device

She kept him in a golden cage

And fed him field mice