Rhetorical Question

If, one day, I could grow wings,

what would I rather be?

A nightingale or a skylark, 
able to sing like heaven,

or a bold eagle preying on others,

armed with powerful vision
and deadly sharp talons?

Would I be a colourful peacock,
catching all eyes,
a patient vulture scavenging in the wild,
a peregrine falcon rapidly changing direction, 

a raven of the nevermore,

a white dove reminding one 
of peace and devotion,

or a stork bringing babies into the world?

Would I be an ostrich
with my head in the sand

or a flightless kiwi, a symbol of pride?

A female penguin

in the freezing cold, fighting for life,

or a cuckoo laying its eggs in a stranger's nest

to hatch unknown in daylight?

Would I be a migratory swallow  

wintering away or a wise, nocturnal owl 

with a heart-shaped face?