A Ghost Story

Don’t ever fly my children. The people will look at you, eyes wide open, but they will not see. They will say to each other, “Where has he gone? He has run off.” They will never believe a man can truly fly, just like an eagle or a humming bird; perched atop telephone poles and hovering over houses. One day you will take to the wind from atop a mountain or a tall building, and they will say you fell to your death, because you were a fool, and thought you could fly. You will scream in their ears and dance before their eyes but they will not hear nor see you. When you pull their hair and their children see you float by, they will call you a ghost. And one day you will hear their words, take them to heart, and a ghost you shall be.