I heard them calling

I heard them calling me.

And I joined them, leading

medeep into the woods,

were they gathered to

spent the night.

Why do I suddenly

have wings instead of

arms, black feathers

instead of hair and

a beak instead of a mouth?

Like them, I am perched

on a branch, like them,

I tug my head under my

wings to sleep. I have become

on of them.

Inspired by the FromOneLine prompt “I heard them calling” of July 29th, 2024.