Talons

A bird came up the walk this morning.
I looked at it. It looked at me.
And then it flew away.
So, I flew after it.
Flapping my arms madly, I rose into the air and gave chase.
The bird flew to the top of a house down the street and landed.
So I did too.
I looked at it. It looked at me.
And then I flew away.
The bird did not follow me.
I landed by a puddle and I looked in the water at my reflection.
I’m a bird.
Well, that explains why I’m not wearing pants.