You are my little bird, Unfeathered.
Picking at worms,
Eating from the dirt,
Hopping from hole to hole.
Trying to find food as console
For the feeling of loss in his soul.
For no other activity will make him whole.
This crow is unlike any other gawk
He has been excluded from his flock.
Whenever the current allows him to glide,
There is not partner to dance by his side.
No synchronised flights, no reason to pride.
This fowl only flies when the skies are blackened.
A solitude exodus does this dragon.
Cerberus wages his tail to his master.
He is the only companion
That can entertain
All the species that reside in his owner’s veins.
This little lost bird will fly away.
He may want to be nested
Though he cannot stay.
For fear is the cloud that he projected.
His shield and bed for all the heavens.