Listen, you wet-behind-antennae crawlers,

I’ve flown, I know – it isn’t worth the cost.

We’re big, we’re heavy, armour-plated. Hauling

all that bulk up in the air – you’ve lost

your energy – you could be forced down where

you can’t take off again, long grass for instance,

or even worse, hard concrete where some passing

giant torments you.

                                                   Okay. Any questions?

– Dispersal? Where to? Here’s the only oak

around. – To show your strength? Don’t make me laugh.

We lock antlers on the ground – you’re weak

from flying, you’re soon on your back. Don’t ask

me what your wings are for, just keep them folded.

You’ve got to try? Don’t say I haven’t told you.