Wounded Bird

They are majestic, a wounded bird.
Flapping wildly to get away from prying eyes.
Scared and impassioned, to live, to be free.
Softly crying, maybe screaming but we can’t see.
Fighting for that next step without damage, just get to that tree.
Please God, get me to the tree said the wounded bird.
Pieces fall and feathers fly, each one lost forever.
The little bird searches for peace, waiting for calm just trying to be clever.
Oh sweet bird you can strive you can feel better, you can’t give up now, not ever.
Please God get me to the tree…let me be free.  
– Heather  Lombardo