By Appointment

Like a broken bird.
No flight available.
Only the memory of soaring.

Disruption of a journey.
Still, noticing.

Can she ever be wild again?
Will she make do in captivity
Or is she the more unlikely to adapt?

Flying only a romantic remembrance
As she lays with her hollow bones
And the aftermath of her inevitable plight.

Nature wastes nothing.
She will replenish the Earth
However the outcome.

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