Flights of Fancy

I wouldn't mind flying,
I said to the vulture.
But, sadly I've no head for heights.
Too bad, he replied
(whilst stripping a femur.)
You're missing all kinds of delights:

the wind in your feathers,
the sun on your beak,
to see the whole world like a plate.
With eyesight like ours
you won't miss a trick
or the tastiest, freshly cut steak.

I wouldn't mind flying,
I said to the Bumbles.
But, flowers keep making me sneeze.
Too bad, they replied.
We're sorry. Can't stop,
We've got half a hive yet to feed.

I wouldn't mind flying,
I said to the owl.
But, I'm not a fan of the dark.
Too bad, she replied
(her head facing backwards.)
I find it all rather a lark:

to flit through the forest
as quiet as moonlight
to swoop on a mouse or a shrew,
to startle a fox
or a fluttering moth,
with a comically timed, "Twit t-woo!"

I wouldn't mind flying,
I said to the bat.
But, I couldn't sleep upside down.
Too bad. He replied,
and promptly flew off.
That wasn't a smile, but a frown.

I wouldn't mind flying,
I said to my mother.
I think it would really be cool.
Too bad, she replied
and gave me a kiss.
Today you are walking to school.