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.