Torn

This was difficult to write. I still haven't expressed what I want. Maybe in another poem.

Undiscovered bird.

An unknown color.

Misunderstood song.

Incomprehensible to all. 

Chirping.

One hears.

Selfish acceptance.

Selfless intentions.

Broken legs.

Broken wings.

Nurtured in a cage

And sings forlorn lament.

‘Nother tune.

Forced life.

A will to die.

Torn ‘tween life ‘n death.

Beauty melancholic melody.

Author's Note

Should this be less broken up?

Reviews

[Emily B]

it doesn't fly, but I'm not sure it issupposed to . . . I think it fulfills its destiny

I was in Portland back in May, our location out there found an injured eagle the day before I got there and as way leads on to way I found myself at the Audubon Bird Sanctuary and thought to inquire of its progress . . . the injury was too bad, that one had to be euthanized. But there were so many more that have been saved. Wonderful hawks and so many others.