Threads/Wings

He often dreamed about /Wings. Small brown birds with spotted wings visited the galley frequently, after the food that was scattered around. They made good practice for him, although he rarely caught one. They flew too fast, faster than he could spring, and he was not yet sufficiently stealthy. He had wondered about asking one of the older /Greys about his /Dreams, but felt silly whenever he started to say anything. In his dream, though, the /Wings were not brown and spotted like the little birds' /Wings were, but bright and broad, and they were covered with fine furry /Feathers? on the underside. They did not belong to a bird, either. He liked the /Dreams about /Wings, but they didn't come very often.