First post of actual content

A poem that I have writ.



Change-ling

I dive into the disk of air, 
  ether surrounding me,
supporting me until my
  wings snap, pinions crackling,
disintegrating into glittering
  dust that trails my fall.
Afraid of the ground,
  or, at least, of meeting it,
my tail loops around
  rough-skinned arm of
an oak. Surprised, he
  asks me to introduce me
before becoming intimate and
  sets me on an ash, who pokes
and pulls. Discomfited, I jerk
  from her grasp, leaving her
the strip of fur that stopped
  my fall, and land on dark
hooves, bolt away into the dusk.